Can this be delayed?
Not that I’m afraid
But you give me shade
and now joy finds itself
outweighed
Yesterday you frayed
My passion did degrade
As the weeks strayed
from the first contact
upbraid
My fever retrograde
For finding you staid
New me grips your braid
with longing, clutching hands
unswayed
By demands relayed
In haste as need betrayed
Desires, thirsts for icy brocade
now I ask all this be
delayed.
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