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~~~ Delectable ~~~
~ Delectable ~
I sought through mists of seven-fold eyes,
Pierced Sun. to Sat. in night's disguise;
Thee loved one Friday, garbed in black,
Whence Sunday came, you took it back.
Now, what's that sound which gores my soul?
My beautiful woman whose tears cry kohl,
For skies bold promise of violet smile,
Won't meet rouged curves bowed in denial.
Should gates of May relinquish reason
To one whose joy stole lover's season?
Sham pain, in vain, won't change the day,
You took his love from far away.
O, sorcerous woman, who crafts man's fall,
Affection's nought but bitterest gall;
Lo! change thy ways of tepid haze,
Bring sunshine back to Summer's days.