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Shape Unto Thy Resort My Truest Love,
That Fitting, It Should Fit Like Silken Glove,
With Affection in my Heart that Knows this Joy,
As the Sun does Bless, His Charms Blessing Employ;
Yet, no Toy is He, who Gives my Life Full Measure,
And Giving, Gives, to Supply such Ample Pleasure
Unto this Heart which, Beating, Beats for Thee;
While Love is Distant, Love Must Patient Be,
Until such Time as Heaven Knows Fair Hour,
This Love, in Blooming, Shall Bloom Sweet, and Flower.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork By: Barbara Florczyk
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Beautiful, Morgan. This has such a wonderfully classic feel 🙂
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I truly Truly Appreciate that. It means a Vast Deal to me 🙂 Thank You! Im so very glad you liked it!
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You really are a classy poet. Always a pleasure.
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That means more to me than I can say. Thank YOU Richard!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By a great lady named Morgan.
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The whole time I’m wondering what music you had playing while writing this, Morgan. Like a fantasy, and I agree with Richard. Stunning work.
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Honestly, in this case there wasn’t any music going, although there usually is. I am honoured, truly 🙂 Thank You!!!!
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Could be set to music. Sigh. 🙂
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I wish I had that skill! 🙂 Thank You SO Much!
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Although as an afterthought, Im almost positive I had recently read some Shakespeare before writing this 😉
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Double sigh
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