I Wait for You
"Deteriorate" now and find me
Where your "life divides in sense and pride,"
Your petty old Cauldrons teem in time,
Overflowing with their verbal cyanide.
Hold our love above the din, my dear;
Hold the din below your thoughts of me.
You are with me always as always I breathe,
And I await you, embittered, but free.
"Deteriorate", Love, and find me, "your fool,"
Find me, as you left me, eager to leave.
Their voices can bring no solace my dear,
Only lovers can give love its reprieve.
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