#63
O Morpheus, I dream of black desires in the uttermost deep
An outline of you, my love, you come roaming and when sleep
I implore, sweet god, terribly from pain set me free
Passionately, to hold the strength separate, I’ll agree
My love outweighs all but I expect not to share
Nothing of the blessed ones, they can’t know how much I care
Alas, I would not be like this if I could be with you
These toys for other times, if I only knew
But the curse of love, but may it happen to me
All I have given, why can’t you give a part of thee
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