The visage of thee hast escaped my minds eye.
Thou sweet countenance vanished from the path.
Wilt thou have me die?
Wilt thou have me feign death's wrath?
Lo,
I search,
You're tresses I dare not see.
Behold I have wandered close behind,
Nevermore,
I fear,
A glimpse to be.
Not one on Earth as your resplendent face doth I find.
Pacing poles,
North as due South.
To hearken unto the whispers of your nectarous mouth......
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 3:55 PM UTC
The visage of thee hast escaped my minds eye.
Thou sweet countenance vanished from the path.
Wilt thou have me die?
Wilt thou have me feign death's wrath?
Lo,
I search,
You're tresses I dare not see.
Behold I have wandered close behind,
Nevermore,
I fear,
A glimpse to be.
Not one on Earth as your resplendent face doth I find.
Pacing poles,
North as due South.
To hearken unto the whispers of your nectarous mouth......
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