Princewill Thompson

Bright luv, if once I were vast as your heart,
Or once were unchanging as your love's art,
Not bound in needless guilt from day to day,
Not jinxed in compelling life march to may.
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At dark when many souls had slept,
Deeply devoid of every sense,
My eyes awoke and slowly crept,
To images over the fence.
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I am not awestruck everything I write,
Is unto you dull-witted and unsharp,
For your beguil'd brain knoweth no delight,
Except judging of harmonic harp.
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Ah, forget me
Yes, forget me
I, who wrote this line
I, with pen so fine.
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Shall you relive in time, the earth to shake,
Shall you defeat men's vice, history to make,
Or pull low heads high for their very sake,
Or your wisen'd words make high men to quake.
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Princewill:
This xmas madness is a plight
A vast condition to indite
For I, it never does excite
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