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For I understand, now, That it was not love: It was merely my mistempered; Beshrewed list, For what is só scarce In this marred world: She, Is oft misused and no one descrys thee engrossing forfullment she gives: Like a mantle of a paramour, On a flesh penetrating night... Marry! My heart feels tossed on the abstract, For I was overturned with the conceit Of being Your Thisbe... Your Trojan princess... Your right-hand-lady... But Sir, My heart, now Desires but one thing: To be announced as one's kindred And be loved as a kingsman I am content, in faith! Let us lief love With a love, greater than love, And may we build with flint On the foundation of vestal love. Let us be one another's bier When our bodies brine; Ghostly anchor... Pilot in the bailful pestilence; Crotchet in woe; Behoveful paramour to tell aught to Without the conceit of neither being cast by Nor discreet; Aqua vitae dram in languish... When thát day abroach I shall anon be aught... Do aught for thy... When thát day abroach I shall doff All inadequasies... And love you Invariably!
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
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For I understand, now, That it was not love: It was merely my mistempered; Beshrewed list, For what is só scarce In this marred world: She, Is oft misused and no one descrys thee engrossing forfullment she gives: Like a mantle of a paramour, On a flesh penetrating night... Marry! My heart feels tossed on the abstract, For I was overturned with the conceit Of being Your Thisbe... Your Trojan princess... Your right-hand-lady... But Sir, My heart, now Desires but one thing: To be announced as one's kindred And be loved as a kingsman I am content, in faith! Let us lief love With a love, greater than love, And may we build with flint On the foundation of vestal love. Let us be one another's bier When our bodies brine; Ghostly anchor... Pilot in the bailful pestilence; Crotchet in woe; Behoveful paramour to tell aught to Without the conceit of neither being cast by Nor discreet; Aqua vitae dram in languish... When thát day abroach I shall anon be aught... Do aught for thy... When thát day abroach I shall doff All inadequasies... And love you Invariably!
#love#hope#loss
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Noordheuwel, Krugersdorp.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
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