If Not Once More 01-06-2011 Poem by David Lara

We shall suffer
Ne'er more
If not e'er,
Then once more.
'Til Satisfaction
Is satisfied soar.
Deep in attraction
Deep to its core.

For far to long
'Tis Been a sad song.
For thee i long,
Must it be wrong?

O'! Thy lips do utter
Words fasley
O'er thy eyes shutters
i can see.
Love tho apart, thy
Has for me.
Wilt not lie, thy
Heart to me.

Pertain to my arms
For 'tis there ye belong.
Lye on me my charm
for 'tis you that i fond.

Gravitate bliss
Into a wink divine.
Pleasant thy kiss
As desirable wine.
So once for me
Give a dropp so fine
And so shall it be
Endlessly mine.