Poem -
Lock the Door
It must be color of her eyes, he said,
that lead me into darkness every night,
or taste of her lips,
what game should we play,
while she danced beneath moonlight;
I won't tell you my name,
you will have to guess,
whom do I love,
to him I will undress...
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