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November 7, 2009

And there you stood, with embracing smile,
said 'Come, to rest with me a while.'
Yet, I, the ever gentleman
replied 'No.' But took you by the hand

And took you to that secret room
filled with love and fear, hope and gloom.
Showed you the jumbled wires, the knots of life
cut cleanly through by the love like knife

'It was dark in here.' I simply remarked
'Black walls, black floors, depressingly stark.'
'But now cream candles line the walls,
illuminating the colours all.'

Your eyes drank in the changes wrought
compelled to see my bundled thoughts
You whispered, 'Did I do that what we see?'
said I, 'Of course, my one, my me.'