It matters not, my friend to me just who you are,
a reputation of acclaim preceded you,
like Doktor Faustus wearing robes, a modern Czar,
you make me shiver as I feel the secret dew.
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This is so beautifully written Herbert, your weaving of words is incredible. I agree with Flora, a great last line, finishes it off superbly. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Loved your poem, especially the last line. We all want to be warmed by soft(ish) thighs and extraordinary dreams. Love F
This sounds almost like wistful longing for experience of the past....? Beautifully penned H. Erudite as ever. t x