29 May 2012
Id be blinded by the sight before me, as the sight be of a honest beauty which i have not seen until this day. Your eyes be of a deep mysterious lagoon longing for its depths to be with stolen as the night. Your voice to be of the Nightingale so sweet of the touch of day. Your aura to of a enchanted butterfly so sweet and light, to be of so delicate. What i would not give to stand by your side, to stride within your beauty. As you not need me, as' if i needed you. I beg of you to premed of me to swallow within your waters?
I ask of the, to love me as i love you. As i love day, as the tired sun sets and the glistening moon comes out at night. My heart sets on the love i behold fold for you. It is if a rose thorn is lodged in my heart, i ask of you not to remove, but to seal the wound with your tender kiss. As your kiss can harbor a thousand ships. Oh how i long for your sweet touch, oh it is pure torture not having you by my side, not knowing if i ever will harbor that kiss of pure tender love.
O, he doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems he hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, As young & tender as he fellow shows. The measure done, I'll watch him place of stand, And, touching his, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. For soon as, long, & as long i shall wait untill we wed on some pasinate date. I crest his hart upon an unwidding bound, that we be entwined for as long as doves do cry, & swollows do chep & angels sor the skys, we will be as one for all the days do weep .
Blind Sonnet • Opuss № I