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Oh, for all a nights bliss,
A woke for them to make haste.
Stands them two, a gliss
For their strides, to be a waste.
There he goes, mine to love
With her hand in his
For his to mine, a torn glove.
was my eyes a miss?
Or his, a sharp trove ?
Would you think her hands are soft ?
That mine lays a thorn too deep
Would you think her hearts aloft
That mine lays far too deep?
There she goes, mine to wed.
With his ring in hers
For her to mine, a sharp lead
Was his tone a soft purr
Or mine a bit red?
Would you think his eyes a lot bright?
And mine lacks it's luster?
Would you think his charms a bit right ?
And mine lacks it's luster?
Oh, for all a night's bliss
A grave for them to make haste
Runs them two, a gliss
For their strides, to be a tale
A woke for them to make haste.
Stands them two, a gliss
For their strides, to be a waste.
There he goes, mine to love
With her hand in his
For his to mine, a torn glove.
was my eyes a miss?
Or his, a sharp trove ?
Would you think her hands are soft ?
That mine lays a thorn too deep
Would you think her hearts aloft
That mine lays far too deep?
There she goes, mine to wed.
With his ring in hers
For her to mine, a sharp lead
Was his tone a soft purr
Or mine a bit red?
Would you think his eyes a lot bright?
And mine lacks it's luster?
Would you think his charms a bit right ?
And mine lacks it's luster?
Oh, for all a night's bliss
A grave for them to make haste
Runs them two, a gliss
For their strides, to be a tale
This piece is one of my favourites ever. The idea was there in my notes app for a long time even the first stanza has. But it was just a few weeks ago that I finished it.
The story is an interpretation of Romeo and Juliet, a Dialogue piece between Rosaline ( Romeo's lover before Juliet and Juliet's cousin) and Paris (Juliet's fiancè ) who in this story stands in the top of a balcony watching the lovers flee. The poem is a dual pov.
The story is an interpretation of Romeo and Juliet, a Dialogue piece between Rosaline ( Romeo's lover before Juliet and Juliet's cousin) and Paris (Juliet's fiancè ) who in this story stands in the top of a balcony watching the lovers flee. The poem is a dual pov.
