Rhyme the rhyme sublime
Time, not mine
Carefree, yet so fine.
Days, of hope
Ways I seem to cope.
Colder, the beholder
Older flames still smoulder.
Looking, the hook in
Savouring your sight took in.
Gift, set me adrift
Mist covering me kissed.
Raw, as the law
Door to bring me more.
Denied, rhyme supplied
Cried, and cried and cried.
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