Dare you how ask of a Muse?
While thee lavishly pour not only thy scent into verses of mine but each mesmerising kiss from lips so luscious !
All bow , all bow on knees Dear Duke
for so much invocation that doth creep
upon my dejected spirit.
Thou art so refined that I am a fool
when thy eyes meet mine.
Be Jove of all arousals -I beg
for I cannot stand nor I can write of thee.
YOU ARE READING
SHALL
PoetryRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
