Walk to Versailles
I'd love a relationship please, one to set me at ease.
For one to hold me, to share his warmth in the cold
and we can grow old in the fold of time.
I wish not for weeks, nor months, nor years,
though I seek to walk with the o'clock and
I promise I'm willing to walk as slow as
you need to go my dear, because I'm aware
you've withered from past love.
Holding your hand as our palms begin to
sweat, but we do not fret, for it only
signifies our march to Versailles to
discover much love with a steady touch
of my fingertips on your parched lips.
So I await, I ask of you not to hurry,
and please arrive when you desire to
prevent seeking lies from the friar.
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