Juliets Demise Poem by angie bb hart
Juliets Demise
Oh Romeo, Antonio,
And Sir William himself!
This Modern Maiden;
Thyneself, a Florida sun baked raisen
Hath looked high and low
In search of her Dear 1 to bestow
A love that livith evermore
Art thou no Prince 4 thyne heart's adore?
If that b the case, tearz abound in haste...
Yet shall i hope b freed of...?
Never! Until my cup runneth over
With cottoncandy kisses & love abound
Greater gifts than 1 petite Maiden could ever dream of
Y in heaven Doth all godz children so need Love?
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4/26/2024 10:55:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A pure work of art, but of course that's what good poetry is all about. Lovely. Thanks for sharing.