****** *******
Verily, thou art.
If thine own charms woulds't not deliquesce my pow'rs,
mayhaps my quill
woulds't obey my
commands...
Yet ~ evermore ~ am I slave
to thy smirks
and provocations
...both vexations to me.
I turn 'round,
but come back
time again.
(Provoking my ire.)
Thou
knave.
Rogue.
****** *******
Thou've been a naughty swain.
Get thee to my rooms.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
****** *******
Verily, thou art.
If thine own charms woulds't not deliquesce my pow'rs,
mayhaps my quill
woulds't obey my
commands...
Yet ~ evermore ~ am I slave
to thy smirks
and provocations
...both vexations to me.
I turn 'round,
but come back
time again.
(Provoking my ire.)
Thou
knave.
Rogue.
****** *******
Thou've been a naughty swain.
Get thee to my rooms.
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