How I do love unto,
But am not loved upon;
I tremble in repose
From the dusk until dawn.
Dost thouest lovest me?
Too exalted is thee?
For it is your isle,
I pick from the whole sea.
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 8:11 AM UTC
How I do love unto,
But am not loved upon;
I tremble in repose
From the dusk until dawn.
Dost thouest lovest me?
Too exalted is thee?
For it is your isle,
I pick from the whole sea.
Written: March 27, 2003
This poem (and date) marks the beginning of all my writings.
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