Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Here Lies a Beautiful Maiden

None of my dreams’ equalling true calibre,

Lust dominating; serenity befallen,

Turgid love onto you my darling,

Is as blunt as the eye of death,

An adhesive pledge to start anew,

But that love had only been marked,

Fore; infecting our strong desire,

In this fishy tales of a hidden title,

In soliloquy I bit a craven love,

Amenity, scandals which amusing,

Seeing a passing spring,

Which had novice in me running?

Or, what do I card of which to pick,

In waltzing vigils along the swollen path,

When you see a thing you plea.

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