Fruit in the garden
The virtuous and the gifted
The instinct of affection
The hope of a union
In vain
With adulterate passion
In a web of aromas
Eternally austere and
Deliciously tormented
We snatch the flower
Only to see it disappear
Mj. 3/5/07
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