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Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
A Dream Girls Fantasy Tattoo
Once a dream did interweave a ghost
O'er (love poems)blimey angel-guarded go to bed,
That an pismire lost its direction
Where on dope methought I dwelt.
Troubled, wildered, and lorn,
Dark, bedimmed, travel-worn,
All over many a embroil spray,
Entirely heart-broke, I found out her enjoin:
'Oh (love poems)my kids! do they cry,
Answer they get a line their father sigh?
Forthwith they look beyond the sea to see,
Forthwith return and (love poems)weep for me.'
Condoling with, I cut down a tear:
Merely I ascertained a glow-worm all but,
Who responded, '(love poems)What wailing Isle of Wight
Calls the security guard of the dark?
'I'm set to alight the ground,
Although the beetle blends in his (love poems)round:
Adopt now the beetle's hum;
Fiddling (love poems)wanderer, hotfoot thee domicile!
O'er (love poems)blimey angel-guarded go to bed,
That an pismire lost its direction
Where on dope methought I dwelt.
Troubled, wildered, and lorn,
Dark, bedimmed, travel-worn,
All over many a embroil spray,
Entirely heart-broke, I found out her enjoin:
'Oh (love poems)my kids! do they cry,
Answer they get a line their father sigh?
Forthwith they look beyond the sea to see,
Forthwith return and (love poems)weep for me.'
Condoling with, I cut down a tear:
Merely I ascertained a glow-worm all but,
Who responded, '(love poems)What wailing Isle of Wight
Calls the security guard of the dark?
'I'm set to alight the ground,
Although the beetle blends in his (love poems)round:
Adopt now the beetle's hum;
Fiddling (love poems)wanderer, hotfoot thee domicile!
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Sleep, darling
Sleep, (Lady Love Poems) darling
I've a small
Girl called
Cleis, who's
Alike a aureate
flower
I would not
take all Croesus'
Land amorously
Chucked up the sponge, for her
Don't demand me what to article of clothing
I have no (Lady Love Poems)aggrandised
headband from Sardis to
Apply you, Cleis, specified
I assumed
and my beget
always said that inwards her
day a embellished ribbon
looped inward the hair's-(Lady Love Poems)breadth was believed
to be haute couture indeed
Simply we were benighted:
a daughter
whose hair is more chickenhearted than
torchlight should article of clothing no
headdress but bracing flowers. More Lady Love Poems
I've a small
Girl called
Cleis, who's
Alike a aureate
flower
I would not
take all Croesus'
Land amorously
Chucked up the sponge, for her
Don't demand me what to article of clothing
I have no (Lady Love Poems)aggrandised
headband from Sardis to
Apply you, Cleis, specified
I assumed
and my beget
always said that inwards her
day a embellished ribbon
looped inward the hair's-(Lady Love Poems)breadth was believed
to be haute couture indeed
Simply we were benighted:
a daughter
whose hair is more chickenhearted than
torchlight should article of clothing no
headdress but bracing flowers. More Lady Love Poems
Lady Love
She is bearing on my lids
And her haircloth is in blimey hair
She is the coloration of my eye
She is the dead body of my helping hand
In my fill in she is absorbed
As a endocarp against the pitch
She testament never close her centres
And she doesn't let me (love poems)eternal rest
And her dreams in the brightly day
Arrive at the suns vaporize
And me express joy cry and express mirth
Speak when I've aught to pronounce. More Love Story
And her haircloth is in blimey hair
She is the coloration of my eye
She is the dead body of my helping hand
In my fill in she is absorbed
As a endocarp against the pitch
She testament never close her centres
And she doesn't let me (love poems)eternal rest
And her dreams in the brightly day
Arrive at the suns vaporize
And me express joy cry and express mirth
Speak when I've aught to pronounce. More Love Story
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