Sweet Ophelia
I would not love you
But for the red brook inside my heart
Pleasuring me, calm
In sounds of your speech
I would not love you
But for the bursting garden amidst my soul
Lavishing my ankles
I rest, not whole
I would not love you
But for the broken stairs of a hill
Emitting you
Each season, still
Oh love, if you could wake my heart
With certainty too cruel
I’d grieve as
Sweet Ophelia!
And I would not love you
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poem by me & copyrighted in collection
photography copyrighted by me
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