Sep 2017
“If ever so lavish, beneath the crescent,
ere th’ rose; unfair audience decadent.”
and to its descent I yield,
O woeful Iris; unto thine crown,
sweet beckoning kiss given;
taken, and I beg you slit me not;
sheathe me not, so dearly.
“If ever so lovely; she clings woeful:
Iris a handful and red an eyeful”
ere th’ rose; unfair audience decadent.”
and to its descent I yield,
O woeful Iris; unto thine crown,
sweet beckoning kiss given;
taken, and I beg you slit me not;
sheathe me not, so dearly.
“If ever so lovely; she clings woeful:
Iris a handful and red an eyeful”
A story; or perhaps?
