Sonnet: Blind LoveA Poem by SamYou endear me unnecessarily looking past my faults, past my prime and wit yet you’d have me extraordinarily endeavor for love than sooner omit. Beasts like me aren’t fit for creatures like thee fools are suited for insignificance so did burns of lust scald you some degree? Can I not spurn you, hasten your partance? Finding unwanting to part company resolve oughtn’t we to snub out faux pas? Accept equal yearning epiphany after all, we both are lowly bourgeois? As I am quite uncouth and unrefined so you must be quite typhlotic and blind.
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1 Review Added on January 21, 2014 Last Updated on January 21, 2014 AuthorSamFair VeronaAboutI do most of my writing when I'm trying to sleep. "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit." -Shakespeare. more..Writing
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