Happily he deals very gently and understandingly with me. I love him.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCV)
Not mists. Thet ghostly whiteness as a veil
Down where the valley shivers in suspense,
Flirtatious winds' moist breath stale in the sense
Tis muggy ere dawn cast off Sunday's pale
Thought of more hallowed things, and in a frail
Excuse I button that blouse Mum gave thence
To me, to die as seeing her worn face hence,
Those precious eyes, and hate me in betrayl.
Oh Robert! How I want to scream as twere
Until the universe is shattered to
Sheer nothingness. But then as now in poor
'Scuse, no sound can come out. And I tell you
Cuz only you seem understand. Mists tour
Forsooth, and I still breathe, pray, love you too.
24Jul16a
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Happily he deals very gently and understandingly with me. I love him.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCV)
Not mists. Thet ghostly whiteness as a veil
Down where the valley shivers in suspense,
Flirtatious winds' moist breath stale in the sense
Tis muggy ere dawn cast off Sunday's pale
Thought of more hallowed things, and in a frail
Excuse I button that blouse Mum gave thence
To me, to die as seeing her worn face hence,
Those precious eyes, and hate me in betrayl.
Oh Robert! How I want to scream as twere
Until the universe is shattered to
Sheer nothingness. But then as now in poor
'Scuse, no sound can come out. And I tell you
Cuz only you seem understand. Mists tour
Forsooth, and I still breathe, pray, love you too.
24Jul16a
Not like I ever want to "get over" Mum's death.
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