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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.
ɨ.

Pʊɨssaռt ɨs tɦɨռɛ ɛռɖɛaʀʍɛռt ɨռ ʍɨռɛ ʟɨʄɛ,
I օաɛtɦ tɦɛɛ aʟʟ; I օաɛtɦ tɦɛɛ ɛʋɛʀʏtɦɨռɢ,
As ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ stɛʟʟaʀ tɦօʊ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ sɛռt
Tօ ɮɛ ʍɨռɛ sɨɢɦt.

ɨɨ.

I ɦatɦ քɨռɛɖ ʍaռʏ sաɛʋɛռ's
Iռ tɦɛ ʍɨռɖ sɛt օʄ ռօռ-քօʟɨtɛ;
I taʀʀɨɛɖ ʍaռʏ sɛasօռ's
Aʄօʀɛ tɦɨռɛ sɦօաɨռɢ, aռɖ tɦɛ ɢʟօաɨռɢ օʄ tɦʏ ʟɨɢɦt.

ɨɨɨ.

Sɛքtɛռtʀɨօռaʟ ɨs ʄʀօʍ աɦɛռċɛ I օʀɨɢɨռatɛɖ,
Tօ ɮɛ ɮʀօʊɢɦt tօ tɦɛɛ, ʟɨҡɛ ɦօռɛʏ tօ a ɮɛɛ;
Tաօ ɮɨʀɖ's, tɦɛ saʍɛ tʀɛɛ,
Lօʋɛʀ's օռ tɦɛ Lʊʐօռ sɛa,
Mɛsʍɛʀɨʐatɨօռ.

ɨʋ.

Bʊt a ʍaռ I aʍ
Dɛɖɨċatɨռɢ ɦɨs ɖʏɨռɢ ɮʀɛatɦ's tօ tɦɛɛ;
Bɛċaʊsɛ Jaռɛ, ɮɛċaʊsɛ O' Jaռɛ
Tɦօʊ ɦast ɢɨʋɛռ ʍɛ ɮʀɛatɦ ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ Jaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)
If you can't read poems fancy letter's it reads

Title is- But a man I am, dedicating his dying breath's to thee

i.

Puissant is thine endearment in mine life
I oweth thee all; I oweth thee everything,
As from the stellar thou hath been sent
To be mine sight.

ii.

I hath pined many sweven's
In the mind set of non-polite;
I tarried many season's
Afore thine showing, and the glowing of thy light.

iii.

Septentrional is from whence I originated,
To be brought to thee, like honey to a bee;
Two bird's, the same tree,
Lover's on the Luzon sea,
Mesmerization.

iv.

But a man I am
Dedicating his dying breath's to thee;
Because Jane, because O' Jane
Thou hast given me breath mine queen.


Puissant means - having great power or influence, or mighty.
Stellar has to do with the heavens, space, sky's,
Pined means- suffer a mental and physical decline, especially because of a broken heart..
Sweven means - dreams or sleep. Its an archaic form from indo-european tongue and middle English.
Tarried- stay longer than intended; delay leaving a place.
Septentrional,- meaning "of the north", is a word that is rarely used in English but is commonly used in Latin and in the Romance languages.
Whence means - say if I used from whence I came. Also meaning from where, or from which.
The Luzon sea is by the south China sea. Close to Jane.
Mesmerization- means hypnotized..
I was going to be on site
all day today, but

"The best laid plans
of mice and men..."

and all that...


I love you all, and will be
back when I can!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

♡ Catherine
This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made —
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we are about to part
T'will serve another end,
For when you look upon the Bag
You'll recollect your friend.
~~
While the dawn flashed
Even rest of the friends went away
Exhausted cigarettes were on the Ash Tray
Evidence of the lost existence of

None didn't recall her, her words
But everyone moved with his head
Morning to evening, random
Not remembering, wandering  

How many people came
within too many ways
Again went through,
anywhere
Once I saw
even they didn't come back
anymore

At the late afternoon
in the window of my gray days  
I remember some faces
Mystic flowers remained
prostrate in the dust of
meandering ways

Came back
and picked up her
Loved, love
Far away on the other end,
rose up schematically
with the seventh
tunes of the guitar  

None didn't recall, her words
within the crowd
of a thousand faces,
In the counter path
of the clock
again I heard the song

The old song replaced
by the new,
morning shines
with the new sun
I hear the sounds of cry
of a new baby
Fungus has seen on the tape
of the old cassette

You are captive
within a dust covered album
My friend,
The lost spring,
The richness of our love,
As if I have left thousands of dreams  

Intangible time passing gently
with the tic tic of the timepiece
As if I have passed on the fastest train
Recognized the great known,
unknown wilderness

I woke up,
Saw
On the one hand,
your faded picture
The other hand,
holding hands of
The New Stranger of time
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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