Jorge Vespucci

When two hearts wind their threads as lovers
Each must bring joy, when sunny days turn to dismal
Woe where shall a lovers heart take shelter from abysmal
Times?
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The mortals fool

Should mortals dare trod where death has spun its deathly web
A simple gaze at night clear the thought of gloom, peace
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Just today this morning I awoke so frantic
A heart full of rush I sprang to my legs
Up and risen I trekked to the mirror, I glanced
at my reflection with a dismal daze
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To you the fairest of maids, I saw you as a holy
virgin, a sight worth tinkering to faith, yet I fell
So in love not knowing the spark lost it's heat
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Should one see over yonder
A wondrous maiden with her long
Flowing gown
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Why do thee jest at me? Are my dreams a laughable
Symbol perched upon me as a crown?

Is the age at which time has stood set back the ideas within my head
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A glow that wanders the streets
Roaming the alleys in hopes of solace

A distended body suspended in dream
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Oh is life not a wondrous play?
A role set by each and none two the same
I stroll amidst the crowds of actors
And playwrights each one a show for themselves
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Oh! I do foresee the putrid kingdom
built from sorrow
Crafted from streams of wail and sighs
That form the clouds within the refuge thee Forsake
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If death cometh my way upon my last breath
I will surely say to thee 'today is not my day'
If he wraps his horrid bony fingers round my neck
In an ensued deathly act I will indeed say
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Thy spout of youth
Oh I wish I had
A weary soul oh to thine my life
Cleanse my body of thy stains of time
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As all things the brain is a a baffling show
Thoughts fill the mind and voices bestow
Memories cease and new ones arise
This pondering that fills my mind
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The truest of poets let their thoughts run
One at a time a word is left to resound it's meaning,
Shakespeare and Borges let flow their strange sense so serene
Each ballad brought forth another wandering notion, maybe some
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On the second of November I met this precious woman
Long was her hair dark and majestic as if a crown were upon her head
Much did I see that my heart fell to thee, luscious her velvety eyes and
Plump like a peach were her marvelous lips
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