Love As An Accrediction Of Beauty. Comments
An evil spirit, your beauty, haunts me still,
Wherewith, alas, I have been long possessed,
Which cease not to tempt me to each ill,
Nor gives me once but one poor minute's rest.
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Love forever torments those who feel her breath. It is like icicles upon the skin. It is something you soon will not forget. It aches of regret. But yet it haunting is something we all desire. A burn caused by a great fire. And to one who truly feels this I do truly admire. For he is king with the words he sings. As tiring and trying as it might be. Still it something he needs.
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8/2/2025 10:51:57 PM # 1.0.0
i liked your other ones better. but this one is also good