

Do You Remember?Do You Remember?Do You Remember?
I. A Touch
But brief does it seem No matter what `s felt; Passion: true as a dog, Yet alive as a pelt.
If the tone of an act Booms louder than song, Then surely our skin met Be as a choir `nthronged!
No man shall feel higher, Even born upon wings, Then to embrace his lass, His bonnie, tight in cling!
The eyes envision What the verse cannot, But skin remembers What the eyes forgot.
"Nearer to others: When spirits agree!" But that is a phrase, A phrase not for me


Hear, my friend: She is a RoseScented silk, just like its makers, Come forth from sod, shorn of vignettes; 2 In sweat nor prune may man boast not, Both sheets and petals fashioned God. 4 As did my maker fashion her, Now be her fashion: like flowers! 6 Yet it ceases not at countenance, For here is how she bests the princes: 8 Roses, with our eyes, they do teach much; My girl, her eyes there is no lust! 10 She is my rose! Oh, you cant see: Here, shut thy doors and breathe freely. 12Hear, my friend: She is a Rose
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"It's easy to look down on yourself, but it takes true strength to believe in yourself." - K.W.
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"It's easy to look down on yourself, but it takes true strength to believe in yourself." - K.W.
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