False Endymion

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O’er here divine skin, my hand doth rest,
Patiently waiting for my lover’s quiet breath,
And when I do hear that sweet, blessed tone,
Love will resound and all truth be shown.
Ne’er would I dare to soothe thine ears
Or eyes with such angelic grace -
To cover thee with golden lace,
Or a gentle kiss on thy tender face.
O! how I lay in shroud of such fear of my
Pleasures falling to such a short ending.
A cold blade pierces thine skin, to accompany my sigh,
Last my death by my lover’s side - her heart now mending.





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JeanGrey said...
May 7, 2010 at 11:06 pm
*swoons* Seriously, you should write lines for Romeo lol
 
Time. replied...
May 8, 2010 at 11:55 am
This isn't even the good one... Wait for 'Eternally Incomplete - Immortal Love Forsaken', far better revisions, word choice. I hated this poem anyway, to be completely honest.
 
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