My Most Lovely
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I opened my heart for her hand to borrow, for her fist to squeeze

My Most Lovely

The silence was met This time with sorrow

I opened my heart For her hand to borrow

For her fist to squeeze And my life flow under

It was her Make My heart hers to take

If I could see her life It would look like tiny daggers

And that would be the reason I think of her in dreams

She would take form Of the loveliest metaphor

My most lovely, crumbling friend So statuesque, cold and posed

In the gardens of my youth And like years fade the chalk

So do you in my garden I made you of soap stone

Because I knew you well And knew you’d wash away… Someday.

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