Little less of me
Without you
Escape me not
O thy genuine ice princess
My love entails the love afore
With every fraction of efforts
Outreaching through time
The deadness of yesterday
And infinite growing of affection
Draining from hills over rills
Into present
So dried
So undried
The days that are no more
I love you purely
As life strives for breath
I love you freely
As heavens need space for time
All tears
With breath of mine
Be it God choose
Better shall love you
Morest after death
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