My heart, not wisdom,
Writes all the words from my tongue.
Where David's songs rule.
My heart, not wisdom,
Writes all the words from my tongue.
Where David's songs rule.
To rhyme, or not rhyme,
All the tools are mine to use
To love as I choose.
Our trysting of verse,
Draws to end with March's winds.
Heart's challenge of prose.
There is still time here,Originally Posted by GRYDDELOCH
Only seven more days to
Continue this tryst.
Are you giving up?
Or reserved to a quiet
Life of defeat, hm?
Last edited by Thea; 02-20-12 at 05:40 pm.
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"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
A challenger's glove,
Backed by limitless fervor
Cast down to remind.
I never back down,A challenger's glove,
Backed by limitless fervor
Cast down to remind.
All challenges are welcome,
Deloch, are you game?
"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
Velvet lined,steel glove,
Caresses answering hand,
Played with kiss not cut.
Dark, dissonant voice,
Untouched above the rest
Sweetening the air.
Sweetness, love, and joy
kittens, puppies, frolicking
Effervescent life
Sweet-talker you are,
You truly have the gift of words,
Your wooing won't work.
"The violets will fade, the brook will dry up, and life will pass away."
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