Aoide, If I Can Only Master But One Line Poem by Captain Cur
Aoide, If I Can Only Master But One Line
Aoide,
Within this crumbled page, all hell for me,
my youthful passion fades in steep decline,
words do falter; then, I awake in thee!
If I can only master but one line
my mortal heart can win thy love divine.
I take my knife and make these verses bleed,
not saint nor king can halt the flow of time;
to know thy bed, should all the Fates decree
to own the heart that will my master be.
1) Aoide, What Glistens On Thy Lips
2) Aoide, Silken Is The Falling Moon
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5/11/2024 9:17:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A finely crafted write.++10