I can’t offer you the world
If that is what you are after.
I can’t go chasing dragons
Or find the meaning of the shadows.
For all I have is my failings,
My pedestrian disasters.
The beatings of my heart
And these whispered flights of fancy.
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Made of sticks and stones 
“Love is modest in the day, and wild at night,” I will say, until the end of time.
That reminds me of your poem.
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This is such a beautiful piece. It has a delightful touch of intrigue and a lovely flow. Thank you for following Eugi’s Causerie I.
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I’ve been writing lately to a particular someone. It feels like your poem is their response, I needed to hear it. Lovely.
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Thank you, glad to be of help.
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