For she shall hear your plea
And do be wise, to choose your words
Made only of ambrosial honey
For she is captious in her tastes
And bids you worship on herself
With most eloquent words of yearning
And of undying love.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Friday, October 9, 2015
Patience
Oh patience...
I wish I knew you better
I wish I could make love to you
Most tenderly and sweet.
But sadly though,
My pulse has quickened
My thoughts; exploding in a storm.
I am a shell of my zen self,
No patience...I don't know you.
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