O dear Clementine,
I know in my soul
You can’t be my valentine
If you wish or even if you don’t wish
Let your name be the moon
On my silhouetted skyline!
Your ears are deaf to my voice
Your eyes are blind to my words
The realization in my mind is total
I am blocked off your media
There isn’t any space
in your circle,
I can rightly feel mine!
I walk the dark paths alone
Under the tall ghostlike trees
The night bushes with eyes
Staring at me, following me
You don’t hold any lamp for me
Why in my heart should I pine?
You’ll walk with that someone else
Who possesses all your profile;
You’ll embrace and kiss him
And offer him in worship your thoughts
Your love grape will
be an oblation for him
Never will I touch the vine!
Xavier Bage
Tues, Feb 19, 2019
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