Aug. 14, 2023

To Spring a Writer

by William Irving (author's profile)

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To Spring a Winter
The continual decay of this old house was less healthy and less wholesome for both!-
To begin inclining, Love must spark rouse
To Spring a Winter from wither and cloth-
These fifty-two that stricten slow
Agony aching older age some!
Times here & there-or- a Times' hold
Then partake comes at last to sum-
I awake to stretch-then, exercise me and this does keep and extend me longer
Life; living; loving; getting to know thee
If I may Re:evolution stronger-
Who stands a stranger to the standard love?-
as much for you and I to rise above- William Irving
The Sonnet of Her
How The needence of this heart misses Her!
Enlong thy longing at length pulls slow
Umpteenth such Beautiful mus' know!..mus' know!
How Desire so-fires one's prefer-
I'd ruin everything perfect fo' Her
Until the kingdom comes-low and behold!,
Who is more love-kissed than thee?- none I know!
Pounds and pulsed Heartbeats speed soft occur
at!, the lap of complexions sugar milk
Passion french kisses none but you famous
To die alive lake blue eyes once again,
Such petite hourglass to pause time silk-
I lap these words helpless to glistenous
Her Immortal; perfect-and!, no ruins-William Irving

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