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Iron Rule

Your iron rule has left me lost
Hard by this still and haunted pool,
I know well why my heart is tossed,
Your iron rule.

Your lovely lips, each eye a jewel,
Can melt my heart or make it frost,
Your pretty pouting lips are cruel.

Now on my heart you have embossed
Your stamp which claims that I'm a fool,
For this I've paid too great a cost,
Your iron rule.




Poetry by Achernar
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Written on 2010-01-20 at 16:40

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Rob Graber
Very enjoyable; I like especially the middle stanza.
2010-01-20