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Upon a Wish
That you may capitulate in the month of May
Not show your face a single day
Nor come before the spring sets in
That’s not for me to say
Or chance my luck upon a wish
Prolong my hope, October ish
Surely that’s not a prize to over bear
Not a burden you must adhere
A dally among the love affairs
Of sumptuous love that has no fear
But tread wearily, a humble course
That you find wisdom at its source
In love’s platitudes find recourse
Because I sit where love resists
Of temptress’s tales and must-insists
Strewn are futile failed quests
Of conquered fools in manifest
And what might have been
And what might have not
But not among the empty be
This soul the common enemy
But pride before and befallen
Oft goes to culprits as forewarning
Lost to the moon and the stars
Are dreams and wishes and glory starved
Of hopes now dashed
And weary souls
Dressed up to seek what now is lost
Once freely won but now at cost
The burden to be carried now
Pondered now without good pride
Revelations once thought implied
Are now cast off and set aside
The tormentor slain; the axe now swung
Conceit its victim; to concede — its qualm
