Thy radiance of face over me
Inspirits my virileness.
May be sometimes motionless, the sea tides
My love on you never rests.
When thought I, illusion, a damsel love
Discarded ye, my ignorance to vision
Smile in thy mellow lips
Miles my heart to starry skies!
If thy words could console me,
Like I, to be whipped by tyrannt, thy father.
Turned I, a renowned encomiast
For ye kindled my fancies.
An arrow could hardly engore my heart
But killed so, by thy raunchy eyes!
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Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2025 10:49
- Category: Love
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Comments1
This to me seems a love poem and a proposal of love. Nicely done
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