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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lover's Verse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sylph is passing my threshold stair, <br>Drifting her fragrance through the vine, <br>Promising dreams of a never-could-be<br>From the loss and the lapse of a former time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She finds me adrift in a restless sleep<br>Alone at the reins of a phantom hearse, <br>She plants a kiss upon either cheek<br>'A gift, ' she says, 'from the universe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I try to wake, but she hushes me<br>And lays my hand on her silken thigh, <br>'Your words have won you a sweet respite<br>From the pains of the death in life, ' she sighs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I come to you from the Lords of Life<br>To offer you more than you thought enough.'<br>My lips are restless and seek her breasts<br>As she sips from my silver stirrup cup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes are stars that the gods designed, <br>Her hair like straw as it brushes my cheek, <br>Her lips are strawberries, doused in wine<br>That I sip and kiss as she tries to speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why would you come to an old man's lair<br>To tease and taunt with your faultless skin, <br>An age has passed since I felt desire<br>But you stoke the coals of a cold come-in.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You tear my memory at the core<br>Where youth and beauty have always supped, <br>But life is cruel, for age's store<br>Holds only the empty stirrup cups.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She strokes my cheek, she kisses my brow, <br>She places my hand between her thighs, <br>'The rose that blooms at your fingertips<br>Is the gift of the ages, ' she replies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wake at last in an empty room, <br>The bottle is dry, I sit and curse, <br>But then I smile in the gathering gloom<br>For the joy of the rose in a lover's verse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Drifting her fragrance through the vine, 
Promising dreams of a never-could-be
From the loss and the lapse of a former time.

She finds me adrift in a restless sleep
Alone at the reins of a phantom hearse, 
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