To thee whom I long to taste,
I know that you aren't far off
and yet I can't seem to uncover enough
quarters to pay for your dark nectar.
My dear whose perfume alone transfixes,
I wish to break through this glass barrier
and remove your aproned guards,
so that we may at last be united.
Oh bittersweet love of mine,
if only our affair could continue
but, it seems today your brown paper gown
will never touch my hands, my lips.
I bid thee adieu steaming beauty,
let your essence fall to another
as I shuffle to my room,
my hands feeling my pockets.
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