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April 26, 2005

MC VI

Patience is a virtue, but I have made it an art
As passionate desire is held at bay in its own season
Others chase your body, but I seek out your heart
With emotions closely guarded by reason.

There are those who mock me daily, fearing I may fail
For they see youthful lust demanding to be freed
My love, yes, you bear the weight of it all
As I selfishly make you fulfill my need.

I shall protect you in remittance for payment due
Guarding you from the stones cast in my name
For without me, they would not be thrown at you
And you wouldn't be viewed as playing a game.

But when this waiting finally comes to an end
We'll both profit by the development of a devoted friend.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 01:41 AM