For my past mistakes I can vouch that I have only ever loved one woman.
Maureen, this book is for you on my death. It is by copyright yours and yours alone. Although poetry has never been of interest to you, I sincerely hope you'll appreciate many years my loving you has provided for as somewhat sancrosanct. Epic didactic poetry is the portrayal of patience, over burden and perseverance, which, with each addition causes loyalty to strain sometime in a manner of frustration and anger, such as nature changes for the good and bad sometimes.From which, 'Eos', came about, I owe it to the persistence of mind over matter nature which has changed my writing somehow to present you with the didactic form. These were very much how the philosophers and poets of two thousand years ago wrote theirs, and I am in no way different to speak as one from that time. Therefore, due to the weight of each individual volume, it would be best wise to, 'Read at leisure, not for pleasure.'
May I add also, that within this work there are four plays to personify a mid 1500's - 1616 styled structure in dialect that honours the Bard The plays will present you with a time frame of between 99BC - 5AD, explaining four men named Titus, and this includes myself as a period reserved for transit to let me come and go as I please.
This work provides me to cocoon us all in a very personal way, to simplify an invite that was quite miraculous, and a death which is as important mysterious. One thing is for certain, you will live in the present more wonderful than at any time in our history to know that there is more to the hope that is always a gratifying thought, listening to a man, who somehow starts to transforms into the very death we face, due to the metamorphosis. Over all, it will bring some light down on the fact that we are all susceptable to death, and that is a beautiful level playing field to be playing on hereafter.
Due to copyright, these plays will be put in an order, attached at a later date:
LOVING YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY - TONY
'Twas split by syrinx calls at la Versailles
like courtesans to whom the nightingales
would thrall exalt to frolics and excess,
to flit amongst the Château's lost details.
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Sappho circa 630 B.C.
Aroused? I am no more contented by the lyre,
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If sighing can nigh grip the edge of your seat,
let bold be it worthy, to charm you this sweet
compare such a love that the moment you wept
can worthy enough move the heart as 'twas swept
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Thus, legend can but worlds apart be put,
to best intention feel the grip beyond.
the hold and squeeze between the wine afoot,
as thou hath done an age shall thine respond.
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Fragmented by each malevolent mood
tranquility would boast in abundance
whereas abhorrent ramblings enfeeble
sustaining one's savagery of the mind.
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