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To a Good Mans Bride-
10/05/09

Here is not the time to wilt
On broken hearted stories,
on drips of salted memories
on bygone blundered glories

Here is not the head to hang
the woven fears of mantle
the tortured child, little girl
thread porcelain to handle

Here are not the eyes to burn
In suspect and perdition
but hold you, focused, sacred, true
each blemish and condition

What heart there is, if heart be which
we say it isas poets
the measure of a lovers ilk
the lovers breadth, to know it.

Then this heart , THIS heart, HIS heart be,
of unrelenting stout
No turn from you for sake of past
NO stammeringno doubt

He loves you, loves you, loves you
He loves you loves you loves you!

He loves you..loves you.

loves you

. in staggering amount