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IF I HAD TOLD YOU some times ago,
« Your weirdest thoughts cross my mind. »
Would you serve me truest love or would you be your faulty self?
Would you bestow upon me your brightest heart or would you play a bribery art?
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If I had told you ahead of times,
« Mine soul makes me feel thy feelings. »
Would you still run for hate after love or would you choose rosy tales of happy endings…
Heretofore, « I tell you on shooting stars
Brightening the heavens for half a time, but plain dark foreverly after »…
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If I had told you my secrets whole only for you to discover there’s no secret hole,
What Delilah would you daydream of being bold, of being a siren striving to sink my Noah soul;
For, done I am with the relentless He-says She-says Hell-says Jesus-says…
Would you love me as if I were a Son of The Lord Most High?
Or as if I am The Poet After God’s Heart?
Or as if I will be your beloved h’us-b’and strand?
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« I’ve got two right feet since death toll and since birth too », I remember. Words.
Remember the world says, « Love is death and well dead. »
But despite « this »,
Would you still be the love of me?
Ahead of time, I do love you.
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— Gilles D. Fabien
