No Blame Attached

By 24th October 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

Mine heart didst steal away with friendships kiss
In making mark that nought hath measured to
Brief fleeting touch caressed all thought with bliss
I swear no thief more cunning wouldst pursue
Without preamble as to brush sublime
Inhaling scent of one exuding charm
As senses reeled from nearness termed divine
For one with disposition deemed as balm
Shouldst thou in knowing cast such spell to last
Resulting in bewitched, e’en cursed of mind
Doth still beguile me with thine grace, now passed
To linger long whilst one is left behind
Sweet memory may serve to cause me pain
Yet in recall, no friend couldst dare to blame

Richard Gildea

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