Whispers of fallen light
shroud your soft complexion
and plain, it must have shown,
my unmistakable affection,
for on catching sight,
of a countenance enraptured,
your attention had been captured—
you queried the sweetest words,
as a summer breeze in late September.
"How long, my love, whilst thou remember"
And, to which, I'll always say,
"in perpetuum et unum diem—
forever and one day."
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Bit of French there at the end?! lol. Ohh, I dunno, I was no good at languages. heehee.
Latin! Tho there are certainly some derivatives there, as French is a romance language : )
Omg this is literally so beautiful and I want to cry. You have AMAZING flow! I’m gonna favorite this so I can always look back on it. 🤭🥰
Why, thank you so much!! I'm flattered!!
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