Love's Labor Lost - Poem by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

Well i will love, love and sigh
the moor must love, a long Joan of arc
the owl as 'ole', a puny name cuckold
pleasant, just and courtesy with wooing
love three a year to reach the cuckoo's song
two on way death, farewell and fructify
the last sorted and consorted, paved with thine eyes
o upward lies, the street she walked.heaven or deed.
and i to sigh, to pray for her.
admire and made by two birds.
to lose our oaths ourselves to keep oaths
it is religion thus be forseen and occur
then for the place where i mean
on blue colored ink and snow white pen
your king dead for life, worthier away;
the cloud, i give back again; 'welcome'!

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Love's Labor Lost by PRIYANKA BHANDARKAR

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/30/2014 8:13:00 AM)

    admire and made by two birds, good writing, thanks, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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