Joshua Guillory Poems

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She does not attorn the love she has for him,
Though the throng is dumb and all their customs dim,
Also circumspect of worldly extrusions
That seek to take them out with no solutions.

So fair and tender, you walk with me in light.
A marriage winner, you're always in my sight.
I hope you remember you're my sweet delight
January to December, day and night.

Writing of thee and of thy gentle grace,
Despite the times which try to thee deface,
Truly might I in wholesome look reveal
Thine appearance great and unconquered still.

I'm speaking to you with the face of love.
What I see in you to me is enough.
Satisfied with everything about you,
My dear lady, I will never doubt you.

Boundless pleasure in the hopes of dreams,
Now I see it's you, everything I seen.
Coping now with all the beautifulness,
Truthfully, it's you in all your fullness.

I don't wish anyone except for thee
To be the fortune of my fantasy.
Thou art everything I dreamed you would be,
So be who you are, you're perfect for me.

The stir-crazy pope, that's bound to dull routine,
Is no better than the single-stage crack fiend,
And the dopey-headed monster 'bout the same,
Reaching nowhere true, just the same old life lame.

Know, I will never take a fast from you.
Ember days for our love's too much to do.
My sweet lady, I know you understand
That this is what it is and no demand.

Why would I want to waste this time with you! ?
To never end is what I want to do.
And I insist no displacement from thee,
For every effort is for you and me.

I in thine eyes do Excellency see
And in their sight no foul impurity.
Where thou art now to be I do desire
And am in heart and am in heart no liar.

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