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Monday, February 18, 2019

#Poetry: My Heart From Me

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#Poetry: My Heart From Me
(Poem by ViennaCC)

The barren tender of a poet's debt;
And with the wind in greater fury fret:
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Their lips together glued, fall to the earth.

To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
Than northy truth would willingly impart:
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;

Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch
This said, his guilty hand pluck'd up the latch,
Thy never-conquer'd fort: the fault is thine,
Will tie the hearers to attend each line,

Answer'd their cries, 'my daughter' and 'my wife.'
And in his will his wilful eye he tired.
A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
That makes more gashes where no breach should be

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