Late Lover by Uvi

A diamond short, a decade late
I come to stand outside your gate
Unlock and open, let me in
Forgive me, love; what is my sin?

I fled from you across the land
But now I ask you for your hand
A decade late, a diamond short
I can't imagine why you snort

My limbs are frail, my breath is cold
I must admit I may look old
I fall, I kneel, why - I implore
You are the woman I adore

I feel so weak, I feel so brittle
Don't touch! I may be impotent a little
You loved me once - or so I thought
Stop! Take your fingers off my throat -
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 TITLE:

 Late Lover

 MEDIUM:

 Oil on Canvasette

 DIMENSIONS:

 18"x24"

 DATED:

 2006