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Whence he hailed no one could be certain His mind a whirlwind ripped off curtain, Love rode from town to town in time To witness life and loss sublime Yet never did his Heart find rest While his inner daimon cursed and blessed His strange and errant ways.
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Slowly, ever so gently, my ardour grows to near overwhelming me She smiles that softest of sighs Enveloping me with her mouth of joy And I wonder ‘was pleasure ever a treasure Quite so bountiful as this?’
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Roamed all around the globe and more, Believed there could be more in store, The shadowed moon rose all too soon, And left my heart so sore. I greeted life like a ravenous crow, Picking through morsels to make me grow, To envelop the world itself and see Within, without a truer me To finally
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She who said a word to the angel Although fear must have touched her fleetingly Theotokos, to thee I flee Not in adoration, in veneration Clear as crystal the vision remains The focus on Christ the Redeemer His Passion and pains. Woman clothed with the sun, Star of the Sea, always be near to me
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The female form endures through my mind’s sleepless eye Your breasts a near-Tuscan array of gently sloping comfort, Those coy Levantine deep whispers When the day is done And we settle down to merely be.
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Now the endless balance of the day’s long turmoil quenches, Slakes my ever-lasting thirst for You Never before dreamt of – or ever conjured it could be this real So entirely close, within, without – you pervade me. I earnestly beseech thee To invade my wearisome soul Perchance ascribe me a tangible role I shall
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The Enchant ment of Damian Love 