A Sacred Shrine for Me When I Was Alone
In Your Dark Days, Remember

In your dark days, remember, dearest friend,
That here is one whose love of you transcends
The deepest passions known by ardent men
Since first enraptured lovers sighed and stared
At beauty breathing in the form of woman.
When shadows fall across your life, my dear,
Do not forget the heaven we have shared
Or how our yearning bodies would respond
In perfect rhythms that entranced the soul,
And suffused our inmost selves with joy.
In your hard years to come, remember, darling,
That I am ever near to give you love,
To bring you back to life with my devotion,
To end our story
In climactic glory.

  

Copyright © 1972, 1983, 1994 by Corliss Lamont.
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A Sacred Shrine for Me When I Was Alone

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