Ode to Contempt
What else should is sought for, I own you
I had that illusion on thy heart’s beat
Though learned a goat’s teach
fore me those blessed eyes , little do shine
That bypass a blank exchange
Those midnight hours with that window pane
Asking HER for thee Sheen lane
Waft! her soft breeze peck my cheek ,
By now those false moments seem subtle colors
The more I fall in thee , the more got I cozon!
Lorn! though I kept them , for you be a captor
Grave me parched for thee ,I run the orb’s sea
Out of the contempt, the faith that look dead ,I seek thy sympathy
Poor the folk or fewer be , the filthy foes I seldom consider
Had that illusion on thy heart’s beat
Look still in my eyes deep , gaudy do they wait
Let afar the loss we went for ,come in for I hold thy rich space.
Those frizzy dark tresses that smelt a Musk’s pride
I owe my soul ,doth I hath thy mere response
When asked for thou alteration , you avow a God’s client
Doth I not hold thy God’s art
Recall those moments of yield
Owning thy naïve heart’s beat
Now should I contempt or you kind be
the pure love hold no compromise
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