Youth Poem by welkin siskin

In this bleary mean solar day offrigid winter,
Let's call upon the yearnings of unversed youth-

Glassy, insensate and Blurred;
-Left to fair field and no favor; and in all truth.
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For youth's rolled on by fretful wish
Passed over and missed with monotone of life-
Let us fondle and relinquish
These bustling hours in the snuggle of passionate touch and revive.
Come O honey, why do you hide behind your desires?
For youth's intensely sprightly now
Let us burn like fire
In the love-making embracement with a single vow!