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Ourn silhouette's to tail us Afoot aboriginal Knoll's; Her brilliance, imminent Untold story of love; Appertaining in her contemplate Mediterranean, upon ourn plate's; Barefoot meandering to ourn date Relaxed and high, none debate's; She's the apothecary who Selleth me philter's She allureth me in, and mine soul stretcheth longer; When I falleth down, her young age maketh me stronger When I cometh around, her word's art charmer's; Comely is her impetus Cometh hither mine lad, she's the amour' seamstress; Companied, I shalt hold mine lass Companied, I shalt liveth with her, in ourn nest... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/ soulmate mienne
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Yn nythu ourn ( In ourn nest) old welsh tongue
Ourn silhouette's to tail us Afoot aboriginal Knoll's; Her brilliance, imminent Untold story of love; Appertaining in her contemplate Mediterranean, upon ourn plate's; Barefoot meandering to ourn date Relaxed and high, none debate's; She's the apothecary who Selleth me philter's She allureth me in, and mine soul stretcheth longer; When I falleth down, her young age maketh me stronger When I cometh around, her word's art charmer's; Comely is her impetus Cometh hither mine lad, she's the amour' seamstress; Companied, I shalt hold mine lass Companied, I shalt liveth with her, in ourn nest... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/ soulmate mienne
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