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I Adore
I Adore
A Poetry –
A Potent Dream –
Like growing Tree
And echoing Scream
And dusty Glow
And fiery Ice:
A Potent throws
His Spears – Tries!..
A Rythming Rhyme,
A beating Cry:
That’s Groom and Bride,
And Live and Die,
And Step in Jump,
And Stretch of Wings:
Behind the Humps
Of Heart’s born Glimpse!..
A lining Stairs
Ascending sees:
Who now dares –
To grasp and squeeze?!
That One for After’s
Crushed Before:
His crying Laughter
I adore!..
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"I Adore" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 19 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/60221/i-adore>.