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Him: I long to lay eyes upon you But I must pursue This creature will be the victor I fear that if I forsake the chander What will occur shall be sinister I promise you I shall come home As soon as I end this forever roam I shall return to see our child This hunt is running wild Your eyes are what keeps me alive I can nothing do but strive I remember your smile T'will push the weakest through any trial I am not strong But I cannot allow our family to be victim to this wrong I shall come home My love Her Response: When shall you return? I can no longer discern You say you are not weak But never have I seen someone with such seek Do not allow the creatures trail To allow our love er fail I miss the kindness in your eyes I would choose to see them o'er the choicest dyes Our son needs a Father He only knows a saunter Soon he will be a man He needs an anchor in the sand I need you I know not how to continue Your leadership did give comfort I am yet unstable Your embrace is what I miss I still remember our final kiss My dear husband Use your blade for thy return To our dearest Angle-Land
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
Canticum de Romanicus
Him: I long to lay eyes upon you But I must pursue This creature will be the victor I fear that if I forsake the chander What will occur shall be sinister I promise you I shall come home As soon as I end this forever roam I shall return to see our child This hunt is running wild Your eyes are what keeps me alive I can nothing do but strive I remember your smile T'will push the weakest through any trial I am not strong But I cannot allow our family to be victim to this wrong I shall come home My love Her Response: When shall you return? I can no longer discern You say you are not weak But never have I seen someone with such seek Do not allow the creatures trail To allow our love er fail I miss the kindness in your eyes I would choose to see them o'er the choicest dyes Our son needs a Father He only knows a saunter Soon he will be a man He needs an anchor in the sand I need you I know not how to continue Your leadership did give comfort I am yet unstable Your embrace is what I miss I still remember our final kiss My dear husband Use your blade for thy return To our dearest Angle-Land
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17/M/The Wind
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
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