Could there be other angels half as fair? As sweet love of mine of the fairest heart? Here’s to tell everyone and all, beware, My love is pure, has changed not any part; Her aspect of such comely pulchritude, A silhouette of joy against the sky, For naught heard are women as such imbued, Except when said by tongues that have to lie; Her mirth, expressed by laughter so demure, Resounds of melodies the Muses sing, My heart knows not of any such allure Of half the sweetness that her voice could bring; ….My love, that in dreams only could be found, ….Has come in splendor, and might be around.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
Nowadays, human parts are like accessories of cars. Aa a car could change to a bigger bumper, so could a woman. Could “enhancement” really change for the better? There are even processes to change, just change, period.
Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
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3 Comments on "My Angelic Love"
Nowadays, human parts are like accessories of cars. Aa a car could change to a bigger bumper, so could a woman. Could “enhancement” really change for the better? There are even processes to change, just change, period.
@Reyvrex_Reyes, all the women who you write for (Or is it One) will be proud of the words you wield!
HoP, for all eyes that can see, it is for. For every heart that love has bitten, it is written.