When All Others have, in Passion, made their Plight,
And Songs of Praise and Adoration, Bending,
Shall Cast their lot adrift with blinded sight,
My Love Holds Fast, through words forgotten, Sending.
Where Vast arrays of Gazes Greet Your Day,
And Promises of Perplexity Beguile,
While Honeyed-lips do Mouth oaths like Darling May,
My Love Waits Softly, with Quietus Smile.
Yet, if Your Stunning Gaze should Seek for More
Than Fallacy and Avarice might richly Plunder,
Perchance, these words that Tenderly Implore
Shall scatter lies like broken glass, asunder.
While Memory betwixt Us Sings her Tune,
To these False Pawns Your Heart Shall Beat, Immune.
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~Morgan~
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Long time dear Morgan. I see your poems are just as beautiful! ๐ I pray all is well!!
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Thank You dear friend. I’ve missed you. All is OK here, time is slipping by and getting shorter, but one must keep on keeping on, as they say. Hoping YOU are well?
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HONEYED LIPS? And I post something called KISSES? OK, Mor, are we on the same brain waves or what? This sonnet is gorgeous!!! Super job as always!!! (((HUGS))) Amy
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That is amazing ๐ I love when we share brainwaves ๐ I get to see Northern NY ๐
Thank You dearest Friend ๐ Ever SO!
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And you are so welcome, my Lovely Morgan Friend!!! Hope your day was a GOOD one!!! (((HUGS))) Amy
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I always love reading your writings! ๐
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That means so much to me. Thank YOU!!
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Morgan it is beautiful, but do believe I detected a darker side to passion.
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If you did ’twas not Intended, but that is the Beauty of Poetry, for we all see from a slightly different perspective, and, in reading it again, I too can see that subtle twist and shade. Thank YOU ๐
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