I was not sick of any fear from here. Then should I ride, as though mounted on the wind? And therefore I was enforced to seek anew. Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is dear.
Commanded by the motion of your eyes but that you shall shine more bright in these contents, is more than my oppressed defence can bide? To this false plague are they now transferred.
My soul does tell my body that he may, but no such roses see I in her cheeks. Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, that you yourself may your privilege lay.
Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man. The bloody spur cannot provoke him on. It's not as though I think I can, burn tarnished pages on which I'm drawn.
Brilliant metaphor and coveyance. I was lost within this - happily so x
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10 Years Ago
Thank you Poppy! I'm always honored when you drop by! :)
10 Years Ago
Always my pleasure hon, I am only sorry time allows me minimal time here of late and I have been run.. read moreAlways my pleasure hon, I am only sorry time allows me minimal time here of late and I have been rundown so reviews aren't the best ever but I DO appreciate your talent :) x
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