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[ A | lil | poem ]
AsK
Ask not of me
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of god above-
Ask the great sun what is light-
Ask what is darkness of the night-
Ask what is sweetness of a kiss-
Ask thy self-what beauty is.
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears
I was wrong to love you, now I’ll never be free
You will always be a part of me
In here first passion, woman loves:
In all the others love is what she loves.
