By this chance disavowed By james a. galgano All these fleeting lies now and so easily crumble. Where love lost without never lust forever rumble Within endless dream where there is no bright shining word Slipped within outstretched legs longing entering design. By some fruitless slim chance these age eyes forever linger Accepting beyond all prayers fertile glimpse fickle finger Entering your accepting wanton so now willingly hopeful desire Where at long last beyond all hope one is found now so prone That without your acceptance one would know life and love alone. Where often we hopelessly all may end soon without a clue never condoned