Yes, if any enquire, there's blood upon the page--
(sonnet #MMMMMMCMXXIX)
So what of...love? the fevered pulse' detail
And how I'm yours in just a wink, to fence
Is't twinkling hours with you in every sense
Upon my tongue, and throbbing in betrayl
Through all my veins: I have forgotten, pale
As aught excuse, what it meant to be thence
All yours, because to be is dead from hence
Cuz you are not, a memry without bail.
Yet Valentines is coming round in tour,
Though I've ne'er had a man tae sweetly woo
Or say "Be MINE" 'til after all in poor
Excuse was oer. I'd suitors months 'go who
Pledged love and called me theirs. But now? Lo, we're
Fresh out of that, my dear. Ah, what is new?
05Feb18c
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
Yes, if any enquire, there's blood upon the page--
(sonnet #MMMMMMCMXXIX)
So what of...love? the fevered pulse' detail
And how I'm yours in just a wink, to fence
Is't twinkling hours with you in every sense
Upon my tongue, and throbbing in betrayl
Through all my veins: I have forgotten, pale
As aught excuse, what it meant to be thence
All yours, because to be is dead from hence
Cuz you are not, a memry without bail.
Yet Valentines is coming round in tour,
Though I've ne'er had a man tae sweetly woo
Or say "Be MINE" 'til after all in poor
Excuse was oer. I'd suitors months 'go who
Pledged love and called me theirs. But now? Lo, we're
Fresh out of that, my dear. Ah, what is new?
05Feb18c
...it was fresh when I inked this sonnet for the class prompt for February, very reluctantly, I must add, seeing I hate to dredge up fevered senses when I've nothing for it all now.
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