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"virtu" poems
II Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L’herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco, Ben e colui d’ogni valore scarco Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora, Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora De suoi atti soavi giamai parco, E i don’, che son d’amor saette ed arco, La onde l’ alta tua virtu s’infiora. Quando tu vaga parli, O lieta canti Che mover possa duro alpestre legno, Guardi ciascun a gli occhi ed a gli orecchi L’entrata, chi di te si truova indegno; Gratia sola di su gli vaglia, inanti Che’l disio amoroso al cuor s’invecchi.
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Sonnet 02
I dream about the day of meet you In a café, ordering a beverage of sorts. Sitting across me, with her own virtu Pouring her persona like a ravishing resort. In a scenic beach as beautiful as her eyes And clouds as soft as her cheeks. To meet her not by purpose, but an accident That may seem so far fetched it’s hysterical In a funny sense. Being in this involvement That had happened between this blissful Yet funny event is the best thing to come. Even though this is simply a dream.
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
I dream about the day.
L. life O.   outstanding V.   virtu E. everlasting
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
L. O. V. E.
The body bound Restrained yet open A masterpiece of living parchment Da Vinci's virtu of carnal sin A Maestro playing Each hill and valley Tracing want in cross marked pain Symphonies of tormenting fire Mapped upon willing skin Lines etched Lustful treasures exposed Flowering petals become the focus A crack of whip Drawing outside Societal maps of propriety Margins of mind filled With consuming need Each strike laid With a Falls precision Drawing forth jaggedness Bordering outcrops of greed Unrelenting strikes rained down Igniting pain Replaced with fire Driving the body Until there is no thought, no voice No place to hide, just Incoherent whispers Begging for release Crescendos pop As the epicenter is struck Singled out and singed Again and again The body quakes as Floods roll forth Pleasure engulfing The pain mapped body Muscles pulled taught Rigid in need The Maestro Etches his last mark Allowing his masterpiece Of pleasure to be unleashed
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Virtu