Ahem. There truly is no excuse for me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCIX)
O for the silver foil winged cupids, frail
With arrows on the string, and shooting thence
At blood-red hearts! Erst wont to trick out hence
My pages thus, I miss them now! In pale
Excuse, where is the box of hearts t'avail
Our foolish dreams of romance? Ah, fr'intents
How I wish to lay candy hearts out, whence
I'll trade their speeches with you like's sweet bail.
These whitish racks which put the light as twere
Out til day is a fragile thing--I do
Not mind their surly cast. No choclate to
Assuage fond, erm, desires, no. I in poor
'Scuse yearn for childish candies wont to stir
My heart with dreams crashed every year now too.
14Feb19a
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
Ahem. There truly is no excuse for me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCIX)
O for the silver foil winged cupids, frail
With arrows on the string, and shooting thence
At blood-red hearts! Erst wont to trick out hence
My pages thus, I miss them now! In pale
Excuse, where is the box of hearts t'avail
Our foolish dreams of romance? Ah, fr'intents
How I wish to lay candy hearts out, whence
I'll trade their speeches with you like's sweet bail.
These whitish racks which put the light as twere
Out til day is a fragile thing--I do
Not mind their surly cast. No choclate to
Assuage fond, erm, desires, no. I in poor
'Scuse yearn for childish candies wont to stir
My heart with dreams crashed every year now too.
14Feb19a
Dunno why it struck me this Valentines Day that those New England Confectionary Company candied hearts were all I wanted, but there you have it.
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