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Pleasure and PermamenceO, flesh, o, pleasure!
And yet, there is a spark of doubt.
Where is the pleasure, where the flesh,
when all will pass away so soon?
Orange blossoms dry, and fruit will rot,
But what remains then?
The tree, or ground from which it grows?
Sea of SilkThe pleasure of the world as it is,
Is that it is, and isn't anything but that.
Love will be love, and lust will be there, too,
Another beating heart against you always so close,
And yet so distant, in the sea of silk.
This sea, so small, and so large,
Is all that separates two hearts;
How I wish that sea would part for you,
And let two be one, as only two can be.
You kiss the one with whom you shared pleasure,
Hope in your heart for just another day of love;
He smiles, and you feel his hope, as well,
That love is there despite the flesh and bone,
That soul held soul, beyond the sea of silk.
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