Changeth

By Author: Lynes Celeste
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Indeed I'm weak for I blasted by ecstasy,
vailed lids I have and death bent.
Idle am I? Tenables dirt?
Am I real jump drossy?

The mighty sun at last took me away from field,
he post'd above mine pole,
he uplift'd my beaver that,
he could say o'ercrows just mine conceit

My face, the sun spoke was a nickname,
for it's milch that he said,
that mine reality's face was retrograde
of what his soul saw that's idle.

He gave a rose button to mine hand,
presently after he, mine God unfold himself.
Repair to dead end of when I forgot me,
to tape the love out of time to another.

The flow'r button grew with mine hands chariest,
and fin'lly, able to see,
naught the button is but mine feelings unseen,
and at last the laud, I heard for they're lovely.

I listed my button from the heavy world,
for mine feling grew to trick of fame.
Whenever the button's around, yes she always is,
conceit of mine post through my brains.

I'm now cutpurse not of bliss,
for ...
... now I have mine,
withal of love from mine heart and her,
now drossy I am not for I'm but a lover aye.
About the Author: I was changed 'cause of thou. I was uplifted from the dark-pitch room by your ows hands albeit you know not. Source: www.isnare.com