The Lady Dressed In Red
Paradise is of her eyes as an unspoken bliss sits above Where hearts are drawn upon the cheeks Of those that yearn for love. In view a fool who claims to be a poet That only has a quill for a tongue For the words that he wishes to versify tends to fumble at his door And in the presence of the one who he has grown to adore She that is forevermore unlike that beloved fallen Lenore Therefore… Dumbified […]
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