I want to scribe a word about you,
A compliment, perhaps. Delayed as always.
For sake of circumstance I won’t imbue
Or try not to imbue, your nuptial vows
With tempt for serpent taste of two divergent roadways.
Sweet of your passion, keeps me covet more,
And leaves my mind at mercy of your riddles.
Afraid to err our heavenly rapport
Designly I do err - enlivening our play,
To watch our hearts adhere in 'xotic twiddles.
Your beauty, no account be against,
Nor eyes of mine be blamed for splendor spotted.
Let passion marry touch and taste meet taste,
Akin to early gods, whom heavens raised,
To have their present torn, and no future knotted.
Discourse
© Copyright: Fern, 2004
Свидетельство о публикации №104012800419
Свидетельство о публикации №104012800419
Рецензии
На это произведение написаны 3 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.