Oh then, what shall I say?
To what, can I, draw in comparison to thee?
The sky? Nay, for surely the firmament
Would become green out of pure envy
The sun? Never! The earth itself would burn
Under thousands of fiery tears, wept in anguish
The moon and stars? Only if darkness were my aim
As surely they would flee from such high and lofty positions
These cursed words fail me
What discourse could do thee justice? None!
Oh then, what shall I say?
Dare I mention the moments we share most tender?
That I have burdened thy lips with mine?
That such sweet delectables are even available to me?
That I have laid my head at thy breast
And was welcome to find refuge there?
That thine eyes do entrap me?
To have that contact broken leaves me in torment?
Would anyone believe such inanities if
They were to be voiced from my mouth? Absurd!
Oh then, what shall I say?
That this third-rate verse is enough
To give consequence to that which I feel?
That the weight of this world seems naught
When thine smile graces my eyes?
That pains already endured are pardoned and
Faith is justified when I am in thine arms?
I have fallen so short of this task
That I have lain before myself, to define that
Which thou arouses in me? That I could write
Those words that would assure you of
My love.
(-D out.)
2 comments:
You know what, if you're going to try to pimp your website on my blog for free, at least have something interesting to say. Consider yourself deleted. Prick.
Sure did. I cook my own food and do all my own stunts, too. I'm a freakin' rennaissance man.
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