quarta-feira, 24 de maio de 2017

Light with Mirth

Pray forgive the boldness thus to relapse;
Loath was I to charge thee with more vain words.
But it must be, for love's heat has its traps:
Those silly verses fell short of thy worth.
Thou'rt indeed a sanctified enchantress,
That casteth light with no recourse to art.
By thy fair looks thou art my blood's temptress;
Thy words doth show thy wit to stand apart.
May those gorgeous feet that tread the cold Earth
Stroll nonchalantly through my lustful dreams;
Grant those black enticing eyes light with mirth
By the crossing of our mutual beams.
A line in sum here keeps a'lingering:
That my joy can only be thy bringing.

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