Eliza Begue

1978, Oxford
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Yielding

Even in uncertainty, I planted the seed.
Even knowing, I took no heed.
Without the next step, I took the first,
Bravery came on to me, my vow cursed.

I turned to solitude, silence returned.
With your messages my heart burnt.
Flames never ceasing, rain never yielding,
You became lover in action unlearnt.

Distraction exited, nowt but kisses.
The circumspective holding of early misses.
I repented, life reviewed.
Desire reformed as everyday mood.
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