Drunk! ? not yet, oh some more wine
Than poetry; poets haven't left a line
Yet, words hath the sword's tine
Read the sky, witnessed the sign
Departed love; than me resign
Owned thou, yes; your love is mine
Upon your heart I'm sovereign
To your love, will pay the fine
At emotions, will thou design?
To your present, still in pine..
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To your love. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.