For Miss Lindaly, without both mercury and syphilis.


Sonnet III - For Lindaly

Aye, my dearest, thou shall live
In the country I know thee so love
Vast forests, vineyards, to thee I give
Where no one can sully your glove

Pink fields as far as your eyes can gaze
More peaceful than a wantons bird
Do not let life's odd maze
Drive you away from your herd

To Valldemosa, Veneze – dearest italy!
Go now, to stay, thou deserve it
To experience it not only as a simile
In the lush valleys to sit

Rome and Veneze, queenly and enchanting
Images in thy head, beautiful and haunting




Sonnet by Fleurette
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Written on 2007-08-31 at 18:47

Tags Italy  She  Deserving 

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