Faith so blunt woe me under
the eternity of lone I quoth
A coward in damsel dressed
Is my beauty sometimes you loathe?
Ere times, wonder me near the lake,
A canvas and thy colours of love,
A green, a pink, a red—no give or take
Then which turned into a black dove?
Drought of peace I plead; to my visions I say
Plaintive cry of damsel known as me,
And my breaths and love for this day?
Loned up at my sleeps,
The tears do drop without say,
Partial of my lord to heavenly coupled glees
I am a loned damsel to this day.
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I.G. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
And this is so beautiful…tears eloped with grief created a beautiful imagery…hope the damsel rises above her grief…
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