David Taylor - *Only Love*

The tombstones; acred hearts,
sigh in the shadows.
Each one, if but only love had loved,
and known it so,
would happily to graveside go.

But alas; how many,
by love's unclothed, clothed deception,
in such guises; misconception,
makes us hold the handles of the cask
until bodies breath last gasp.

Breathe softly breath,
breathe softly love,
hear love, speak gently of,
be consumed, consummated
by everlasting lust of, only love.

David Taylor

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