Floating With You
The lion roars, the echoes try
to simulate that lordly cry;
But having said their little say,
The echoes quickly fade away.
After the trouble and the tears,
After the wraths and the wraiths depart,
Peace, nurtured by the lonely years,
Blooms like a cactus in the heart
And pierces all - what dreams, what truth,
What hopes and joys yet dare to keep
the vigil of remembered youth,
until they gently bleed to sleep
Beloved, let our love be quite
Intense and splendid, but polite,
That in the hour of parting, we
May end the matter pleasantly.
Since the foredoomed farewell is core
Of all the mortal evermore,
Let is not mar with present fret
The gracious sequel of regret.
Rather, my little love, let me
Your guide for future lovers be,
Whose pleasure now is sometime fraught
with envy of men who taught
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