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International Industrial Inventions

1251 – 1260: Reserve Lost
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1251 – 1260: Reserve Lost
She Passion's axe shall break the door 1251 Of reserve bolted with my honour. The thing called lust is a heartless power 1252 It sways my mind at midnight hour. How to hide this lust which shows 1253 Itself while I sneeze unawares! I was proud of my sex-reserve 1254 Lo lust betrays what I preserve. Dignity seeks not a deserter 1255 But Love-sick is its innovator. O Grief, my deserter you seek 1256 Of your caprice what shall I speak! When lover's love does what it desires 1257 We forget all shame unawares. The cheater of many wily arts 1258 His tempting words break through women's hearts. In huff I went and felt at ease 1259 Heat to heart in sweet embrace. To feign dislike is it not rare 1260 For mates who melt like fat in fire?

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