Wright Palafox

Now far apart, a question I’d pose,
Of what was, is and could ever be,
Besotted, beloved I’d hastily suppose,
For soon, hopefully, you’d see,
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You smile, and you wait, and you pause longer still
And held me stunned against my will
My body unable to execute such acts I array
Your enchantment’s held no sway
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Far behind and falling ever farther,
Into your eyes I’d gaze,
Through and from yours deeper,
I found myself a daze
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A twinge I felt, entrenched beneath,
Within my chest, this hidden crease,
Through my lost heart, the pang would seethe,
From these smiles they’d gracefully cease,
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I know the past is painful,
I know love denied us both,
Such memories this wistful,
For which our hearts would loath,
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Weary and cold, I’d teeter to and fro,
Within these woods, evergreen they’d grow,
Upon this grass, the mist it crept,
A bed of thorns from which I slept,
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Velvety, vast, the heavens would bear,
Stars which dazzle, glisten, and gleam,
Elegant, jovial, persona so rare,
For evermore you’d vividly seem,
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The angel heaven let me think was her,
So far away I’d turn,
For her wings evermore untrue,
In the very end I’d learn—
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From the very moment I saw you,
I knew—somehow—it was your smile
Which denied me sleep of countless nights…
I can’t stop thinking of you, even for a while…
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I sit by that window pane,
Gazing upon the star-lit sky…
As my heart begins to drift,
I see YOU and I…
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Simply a husk of mortal clay,
Feasting and festering to this day…
Vulnerable and weak against my sin,
How could I slay this demon within?
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From where you waved farewell,
As of that ending moment,
Was it this liking or love
that struck my heart with torment?
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On this forgotten road of solace,
With every step I make,
My affliction cries out to me:
“What does it have to take? ”
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I love you more today
Than yesterday
And less than tomorrow—
For when it comes to you
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The winds of winter blew and swept
These leaves of autumn, secrets long kept,
His steps were desperate, swift and hard,
Upon the cobble stones of the boulevard,
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I.

Sweetie, darling, my everything—
This, you should hold—firmly—in your heart:
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You should have know by now
The way I love, if you’d ask how
By this point in time, my baby…
Know I love quite differently!
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I can’t thank the Lord enough,
For giving me you,
So please heed my calls
Oh honey please do!
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It is the early days which spark much hope
And feeds the arteries to resume what started
Thus passion surged
And filled the chambers
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