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Such is a night, in a thousand days, Then I love thee in soo many ways And what lies between here and there Might I saint thee but anywhere? Behind the grace which has a curse I have written just too many words And this feeling, that a hundred nights Woke me to, like those random lights What is more, and what is less Can such a phantom make love painless Clutching a youngster spring too brief But shan't die, and always lives So long as 'tis pain, and not fate We may not be together, again Like a lust to haunt, but that died Within March's coloured rimmed lights So long as 'tis late, and not again I may not seek you in my rogue poems For it hath long sailed across the winds With the love songs of redeemed sins So long as I paint you, and not once I have loved then, for a hundred months To kiss thy pretty, but unheard truth To murmur all these crazes, a few So long as I writ you, and hold anew Like the rose that might be new Aided only by a caterpillar-like sun Lost in the morn's unguided moon So long as I draw you, to my arms Like a sketch with italic charms I hold your fate, and idol's poems I keep all your drawings in my room So long as I hold you, but not mind 'Tis a sanguine reason still, to be one I have expected wine and a white kiss To not be wise, to have a little bliss So long as I hold you, hold you still To run around with too much to feel With a love to guard, my soul beholds Such a desire too strong to hold. So long as I see you, 'tis untrue Such summer colds that barely knew The ties of a right lie, and the spring I miss you within the tunes they sing. So long as I miss you, and I love Sighs and disgrace being far from enough The furs of a silent truth, and me I have writ wan poetry thou shan't see. So long as I have you, and fly free With plain lithe eyes that are not me I may have loved for far too long; Calling out to you in my fourth song. So long as I think more, of thee What is the crossed feel of the sky? That knits at the night, and be Dark, in its spoilt sight of thee. So long as I long for you, then why How shall our meres touch, and gaze At the southern patch of grass That oft' not frequent love too fast So long as I want you, then run; My feelings have all grown numb As though 'tis an umbrella under the sun Underneath the eastern hum So long as I kiss you, then free me; But to be free is to love you And the tales that can never be; I have no signs, I have no clue So long as I hear you, and be mine I have wanted to fall in thy line; I like you there, beneath the sky You are there for me so high So long as I love you, come to me; To relate to me an awkward song I may be asleep, but love is no wrong A thousand suns, all along.
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
Phantom
Such is a night, in a thousand days, Then I love thee in soo many ways And what lies between here and there Might I saint thee but anywhere? Behind the grace which has a curse I have written just too many words And this feeling, that a hundred nights Woke me to, like those random lights What is more, and what is less Can such a phantom make love painless Clutching a youngster spring too brief But shan't die, and always lives So long as 'tis pain, and not fate We may not be together, again Like a lust to haunt, but that died Within March's coloured rimmed lights So long as 'tis late, and not again I may not seek you in my rogue poems For it hath long sailed across the winds With the love songs of redeemed sins So long as I paint you, and not once I have loved then, for a hundred months To kiss thy pretty, but unheard truth To murmur all these crazes, a few So long as I writ you, and hold anew Like the rose that might be new Aided only by a caterpillar-like sun Lost in the morn's unguided moon So long as I draw you, to my arms Like a sketch with italic charms I hold your fate, and idol's poems I keep all your drawings in my room So long as I hold you, but not mind 'Tis a sanguine reason still, to be one I have expected wine and a white kiss To not be wise, to have a little bliss So long as I hold you, hold you still To run around with too much to feel With a love to guard, my soul beholds Such a desire too strong to hold. So long as I see you, 'tis untrue Such summer colds that barely knew The ties of a right lie, and the spring I miss you within the tunes they sing. So long as I miss you, and I love Sighs and disgrace being far from enough The furs of a silent truth, and me I have writ wan poetry thou shan't see. So long as I have you, and fly free With plain lithe eyes that are not me I may have loved for far too long; Calling out to you in my fourth song. So long as I think more, of thee What is the crossed feel of the sky? That knits at the night, and be Dark, in its spoilt sight of thee. So long as I long for you, then why How shall our meres touch, and gaze At the southern patch of grass That oft' not frequent love too fast So long as I want you, then run; My feelings have all grown numb As though 'tis an umbrella under the sun Underneath the eastern hum So long as I kiss you, then free me; But to be free is to love you And the tales that can never be; I have no signs, I have no clue So long as I hear you, and be mine I have wanted to fall in thy line; I like you there, beneath the sky You are there for me so high So long as I love you, come to me; To relate to me an awkward song I may be asleep, but love is no wrong A thousand suns, all along.
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stephanie-cynthia
F/English
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
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