Come, let us two meet, touch, and part
Among the hanging veils of which these walls are made
Come, let us speak on matters of the heart.
Separate, we're joined by space.
We are both mask and masquer, at this masquerade
There's but one Face.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Love In The Land Of Illusion
Labels:
nonce rhyme,
poetry
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