Come, place your lonely head upon my shoulder…

Come, place your lonely head upon my shoulder,
And breathe love in within this quiet place;
The days, the years, they go – we all get older –
But love is not just for the young of face

I’ll lightly touch your brow, and push your hair back;
And hold you next to me, my one desire —
For you are all, and everything, to me, love:
You’re every wealth I could hope to acquire

So many words around us in a buzz:
But love is not for them
It is
For us

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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