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Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Refugees

Forgive me if I seem to take
Too deep an interest.
I’ve no wish to intrude on your privacy.
Though yes, you are attractive, and I’ve been long alone,
I dare not to assume that y
You want me.

We are refugees together
From where we’d thought we’d be,
The wreckage of our past lives round our feet.
It seems life happened to us
While we were making other plans,
But perhaps the bitterness can be made sweet.

I hope I don’t offend too much
By standing by your side.
I admit that I enjoy your company.
Proceeding very carefully to shelter each our pride,
Yet still I’m glad to have you near to me.

We are refugees together
From where we thought we’d be,
The wreckage of our past lives round our feet.
It seems life happened to us
While we were making other plans,
But perhaps the bitterness can be made sweet.

Nothing happens quickly,
And I do not presume
To choose for both of us against your will.
So I make myself available to aid you as I can
Till we can both be sure of how we feel.

We are refugees together
From where we thought we’d be,
The wreckage of our past live round our feet.
It seems life happened to us
While we were making other plans,
But perhaps the bitterness can be made sweet.

Please help me try and make the bitter sweet.
Together we can make the bitter sweet.

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