Dying LoveA Poem by WilhelmConstanceHardingForever my heart and soul is yours, do as you wish, come rose or thorns; Desire I give unto your bosom, it is my one rest, ever my prism; Suredly I spake truth in volition, that ever my heart to stop it's condition. And weary layeth my head to die, that I find your beauty in my eye; At last rare sight to sow in mind, and layeth until your love I find. © 2013 WilhelmConstanceHarding |
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Added on October 31, 2013 Last Updated on October 31, 2013 Author
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