Sweetest love, I yearn at you
For your weariness of woo.
How strong is your writing power
To exaggerate me as the London tower!
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none can slacken, none gonna
die!
Sweet love! So cool! So calm! So bright!
The dew will weep upon thy fall on me tonight
The bridal angel, as you said, of earth and sky
For thou must die!!!!
No more unto my thoughts appear
For your crazy tempers justly fear
Your invaluable brain doth light
By the amour delight
Victorious beauty, though my eyes
Did take a countless prize
Made you to subdue an hoast
And the consequence is “THOU ART
A BOAST”
-Rujah
(08/05/2013)
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