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Monday, September 9, 2013

A Lover's Doubt

A Lover's Doubt

Will you still love me:
When my kisses have grown cold?
My knees weakened by life's burden?
My hands grown feeble by hard laboring?

Will you still care:
Even, when my sword,
Unsheathed, impotent, and bedridden
have grown?

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