Take these blisters away from me.
I’ve worked so long, so hard. Too hard
It seems, or else
My weary flesh would be as fresh
As mountain streams,
Sweet and cool and comforting
Like an early morning dream
Staring your sweet loving smile,
Lingering a little while.
Tarry on these premises
Awaiting candlelit romances,
Summer walks, cotillion dances.
Far too much work left to do,
Fences felled is disrepair,
Roofs to patch, walls to paint,
Gardens needing tender care.
I’ll have time when work is done.
Then we’ll both have time for fun.
Then we’ll both have time….
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