When all is noise
You bring me silence
You roar within me
My beating heart is yours
For a few hours we had silence, if not repose
But we could have love
The noisy sort!
My English rose
I cannot give you up
I want to kiss your white body
You stand
You amazing statue
Carry yourself to me,
Somehow....please
I'll wait in the underground altar
In the depths of grief
And I have carved out a place for you
In the darkest corner of my heart
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