Tag: About Her

Days in my thinking place, thee I saw
only
Faces of her;she stays than I do in me.
How long’s the day? The hours, slowly
seep!
How long the night? I struggle, to fall
asleep!
It’s more yourself, it occurs,
Thy countenance here recurs;
Thy spell prolongs, while beauty’s own
bold
Hands are a charm, as thee attracting,
holds
Thy fruit fertile and witchery full in her
Blood running warm today, the single
heir.
Thy parents life is seen;here thee are,
Full another one has yet, to pop a
flower.
Thy flowers to come, days in their
thinking place,
Those men shall too, dream of them in
their, days!