What art thou?
Thou maketh mockery o' mine subconscious mind,Lets loose upon mine heart o' loneliness.
Thou posess some magical portion,
That commands attention from mine eyes.
Thy beauty is an intoxicating existence,
Upon which mine senses greedily feed.
Thoughts of thee doth mine perceptions alter,
Imaginary correspondences with the Lady art tyrannous.
Lady, what art thou?
Art thou the love of mine life?
Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2007-12-04 at 12:44
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