The other day you said to me, <br />“Sift through all your memory <br />And tell me, if compelled to decide, <br />In which confine you would abide <br />(If in a thought you could reside) .” <br />I pondered long, but my reply <br />Contained slight traces of a lie; <br />For ‘twas improper that I should reveal <br />That my mind, from me, sought to conceal <br />Remnants of you – and desires, to steal.<br /><br />Adam Fuller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-question-7/
