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LETTRE TO MARY
Contributed by
fish
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Saturday, 15th May 2010 @ 12:37:55 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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Far as I may sail
My heart still ails
Ails to with thee be
I always feel strong
But your gaze proves me wrong
Lame goes all my pulse
While a-fly is the goose
This must be love I feel
But if it is not, still
I wonder how it will feel
Love brings all this anguish
And cupid shoots us to be foolish
And the heart sluggish
But loathsomely submits
If sweet things make us sweet
Into a bowl of honey I will swim
Just to make sure your heart I win
The more I say it
The more it ails
So I put you to the care of cupid
Who slays all anti-love spirits
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2010-05-15 00:37:55]
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Re: LETTRE TO MARY
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by lovingcritters on
Friday, 21st May 2010 @ 03:36:51 PM AEST
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Ah yes, Thomas it sounds like the "real thing" to me.
I loved your expression of "sluggish" that's how it feels perfectly!
And honey, yes, the sweetest of all the liquors
Sweet, and sticky to capture the heart and all it's favors!
Lovely poem Thomas.........
Keep up the good work
Warm love
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