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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 27, 2018

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Submitted: April 27, 2018




How can I write a poem about that sweet Byroness,

Whose eyes blaze like fire,

And above all I desire,

More than any in Inverness.


More beautiful than any poem by Keats,

Whose lines could never describe her beauty

Or the futility 

In which, only for her, my tortured heart beats.


And with that thought put forward by Percy

Shelley. That every living thing must have a partner,

That even the Devil and God have each other.

So I must live at her mercy


And live like Dylan’s solitary mister.

A hunchback in the dark,

And think of soft,sweet,stark

Images. So if only for a moment, I can be with her.

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