Hesitance

They’re finally here, and hesitance

Has kept him at a distance, still;

But love breaks down the strongest will

And sends it far away from sense –

Out past the highest, strangest hill

Where air is thin, and men grow dense

With all that’s come now he’ll refill

On love’s sweet share

Of hesitance

Author: Owen "Beleaguered" Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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