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Poetry Will you?

The World Between the Words
If you let me,
I would gather stars,
A million sparkling pearls,
Thread them over strands of the cosmos and
Lay them around your neck.

If you let me,
I would pluck sun and moon from dawn and dusk,
Day and night’s divinities,
Present them as conquests of war and
Admire how your brilliance consumes them.

If you let me,
I would take my heart,
No longer mine,
Kneel before you and
Offer myself, all of me, everything.

Will you let me?
 

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