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williamfdevault

Published: Sep 3, 2010

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This is not for the cold catalepsies
but the pure warmth you can invoke
with a soft smile or the simplest ease
with words of truth and love.  In you awoke
my slumbering passion, admiration
for this woman who steps into my life
with hesitant grace, elegance hard won
in her own sphere, now as near as a wife
though more than one reasoned season shall pass
before you may choose to lose your ronin
reputation to the gentle impasse
within sharing, caring, daring to win
whatever it is within my power
to grant to you.  I am your dreams' bower.

William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

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Ayu-Dev

Sep 25, 2010

"my slumbering passion, admiration
for this woman who steps into my life
with hesitant grace, elegance hard won
in her own sphere, now as near as a wife"
My favorite lines in this piece... beautifully written

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