Love Poems For Him & Love Poems For Her



Rest well freely, in the taverns of time,
From the morning’s glory till the midnight’s chime,
And lips of the night parts and out flows,
Dankest of hues, through its phantom toes.

A spell above a spell, time folds and shrinks,
Shriveling mildly- and like a thousand minks
Creep into the darkness, the restless sun,
And smites it wily, lo! It had won.

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