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GENTLE  FEVER

Poem by Paige Kujan
Music by Justin "DaMidul"
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I pray to none that I may know

What calls to man to let love grow.

Fear is lesser known to this:

Lost, eternal, my abyss

Here echoes affection true

Muffled is the sound,

Blurry is the hue.

 

Gaze still upon my harbored soul

In the palms of a tempered fool

I held my breath at your witness,

Wanted you, turned and missed it.

Wait to see me fail you, love,

Deserting every gracious kiss

Avoiding love’s truest bliss,

Falling, still, into it.

 

But I’d sooner to enemy drawn

Give them lands and give them pawns

Than have them take what I have meager,

A willful Love, a gentle fever.

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