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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 Mouth oaths like Darling May,
My Love Waits Softly, with Patient 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 let not your Heart Beat, Immune.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by Lady Symphonia at Deviantart.com
BooknVolume 
I thought that was stunning.
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Thank You Richard 🙂 Been a while since a sonnet came along! So glad you liked it.
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I did. 🙂
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Beautiful !
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Ah thank you my Friend 🙂 I got romantic a day early LOL
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woot! I like that!:)
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Stunning, and oh so very perfect. Still kinda made me look over my shoulder a bit. 🙂
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lol its that picture, but I though it nice for Halloween 😉 Thank you my dear sister in verse 🙂
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Tis perfect for the season. You’re a pro!
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LOL I wish **wink wink** 🙂 Thank You Audrey !!! 🙂
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Is there no end to your brilliance? This is strikingly good.
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You are so Kind 🙂 Thank YOU!
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Most welcome!
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