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Click hereAnother month is over. How I long
to take you in my arms and keep you there,
and not before time either: lost among
the daily drudgery, and wear and tear
of dull, thin solitude and tension's flare,
neglected feelings, down upon the floor
grow old and grimy through a lack of care,
abandoned, lost, not wanted any more...
We left them there and simply locked the door
and I pretended that I never bothered
to even try and go back to restore
the passions and emotions that lie smothered -
Another month is over. Can't we pry
those dumb defences open? Won't you try?
...she clearly doesn't want to try. How very sad...and what a great rendering of those terrible emotions! You're such a natural!
Even those who think sonnets are passé might appreciate this. The fluency of the words impressed me the most.
"and not before time either" to be honest has me a bit stymied. I can make some associations with it, but I wonder if a more concrete word phrase might have been better.
Nonetheless, it very much felt like a "song" sung very well.
Passions . Very nice .