Memoirs
I writeth upon a blank page of mine own diary,
loving warmeth desires neath the umbrella
whil'd honey'd raineth hath fallen all 'round;
did look into filled with pangs of hunger eyes.
perched and drenched on a tree bough a red robin spi'd
on quench'd by a rainstorm of french kisses.
our briefeth dates were short, realizing that gent misses
being together. I doth sneaketh outside;
a humour of warmeth buttocks'rflies
excites fluttering round,
didn't attempteth to deny desire for mine own fella.
mine own handeth rests on mine own recorded story.
i hark to prithee music notes receiveth me teary,
dancing round humour liketh cinderella
with mine own fella, a loveth i've hath found.
sleepy romantic skies
behold down upon me, mine own diary 'longside,
till the balmy night's quintessence ceases
2/10/2020
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