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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required For this lovestruck lass, I concite my sentiments out To open her eyes, and to let her grow out of bout Because below is undetermined that she does not want to read And for some, my dears, might give some veritable heed That you are far too young and meek to know how To say these prodigious thoughts and vaunting vows Dauntless you act, yet you dissemble your gists And away you cast your realism for these hallucinating wisps To know much more than enough of a man is queasy And your unending superbia feels quite deprecatory Your agonistical reasoning keeps your life at bay Never astatic, never receiving luck in your pent-up haze To know less than anyone is stringently speaking That you have more to acquire and perceive more in living Lest you would tumble out of cloud nine or deliberate What to conduct for yourself to revel in and emancipate To act like a libeler gains so much gibberish in return Reenacting jealousy from such and to offer and subvert To try and woo anybody for your ego's diuturnity And consider this man as your Love's virtuous magnality My lass, for your sake, nimble your mind and strengthen your soul For my provokes and prongy wrangles may dishearten your resolve But reminisce this, my significant delivery amongst them all Is that you are never too late to change before you ridicule yourself to fall ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reply to: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_ministers_son_585251
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