Labour In Love

Don’t make me lose it, then:
Faith in the faith, when I was lost on you.

Unbreak and just pass me by,
The weeds will grow all around and over me. Why

I write these not even the clouds may know. I will be
Whole once again like I was whole before. And then

You came, so when you go, I don’t labour love to show.
Someone will soon come by — destined as always and with

A will with what is love to know.

2010-03-12

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