I wonder as the night wears on.
The question I haven't asked.
Even as I kissed you lips.
Trusted. Gave my heart.
What excuse have you?
Any to justify this.. Art?
Are you his,
Love,
As he claims?
Or mine?
Make a choice.. If need..
Make haste!
I yearn not to waste away.
I'll always wait!
Until I can't life bear!
Then I'd hope you'd already found me,
Quite soon,
Own up to me dear!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Be quite clear now Love
Poem by Marc Aupiais
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