You have from me this month so distant been,
That tear and dust have married on my sill,
When March did march on porches, prim and green,
And April beads of sweat on eyebrow prilled,
Not filtered Sun, not warming gust of air,
Could me of your disarming gait remind,
Nor lapping lays of crimson roses bear
The picture of your sweet and dimpled smile.
You are, to some, another common trout,
For hook and yank and look and taste and throw,
To me, you are the breath the trout let out,
In ease, before he merged with lake below.
And until fate unites you with my sight,
In verse, you shall resound through every night.
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A/N- No, my muse doesn't exist. This is the first time I've written anything even vaguely fluffy xD
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Poesía[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium...
