Many months had to roll on
To ignite her feeling for me,
Many more, to fan her desire,
Some more, to let her know my
intention
And still more for her
inclination.
Then it became an open
secret,
Both moving each coin
With known intention.
Trysts took place with mates
present.
Notwithstanding her freeness,
Notwithstanding her passion
And notwithstanding
occasions,
She refused to budge further.
The parting came sooner.
It turned a fruitless crop,
While continuing to flower.
I still water for a
miraculous fruit.
06.09.2002
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