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Virgin's Lament

Find I you, not musing in bliss of love. In reverie crushed of silent lament, Pray, let me hear the rant you gave thereof, of love’s self destructing ensuing bent, within the hall of whores, how the young doves who were slain in the prime of their youth spent purity and goodness without repent. Your chastity is questioning its trove? Perhaps you alone should decide the deed. The time and place, flavor of the choosing. We can put off the wedding if needs be. But a mutual loss schemed in musing, which fulfills a vow that you both shall feed Shall last longer than the actual deed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 2/11/2014 9:28:00 AM
Those last two lines, Charles. those last two lines. Absolutely the core of love. Kathy
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Date: 2/4/2014 2:51:00 AM
I like you ways. Well wrote... Dark Sunshine
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Date: 2/3/2014 7:22:00 PM
skilled in wording this is accurate. such a sensetive subject but still relevant in society to day. unfortunatly more relevant in other countries besides ours. but still there is a slim chance that all our youths havent been influnced by the maddonnas of the world. put off the wedding indefinatly!
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Date: 1/25/2014 4:02:00 PM
An elderly truth signpost of age.Kudos for the wisdom and flow. Kayod5
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