Just That Archaic Poet Poet Rhyme

Hemlock Valentine

The image I imagined,
Alas! It has not passed. 
For I am afire with carnal desire, 
unquenched and dying fast! 
My sweetest bane, I shan't complain- 
you are my Love, my Death, my Pain! 
Through my heart, a stake! Oh, do indicate 
the grave where Love was lain.

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Scott Thirtyseven February 14, 2014 at 11:00 PM You certainly have a way with words. Well written. Now to Tweet. Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 12:04 PM Thanks, Scott :)

Mustapha Mohammed February 8, 2014 at 4:10 AM Absolutely beautiful friend. Impeccable flow and rhyme. Just That Archaic Poet February 17, 2014 at 12:04 PM Thanks as always, my friend! :)

Skat A February 5, 2014 at 7:52 AM soup mail Just That Archaic Poet February 5, 2014 at 8:07 AM Gotcha; replied :)

Eileen Manassian February 5, 2014 at 4:08 AM OH MY GOODNESS!!!! OH ME, OH MY!!!! THIS IS OUT OF THIS WORLD!!! Just...absolutely...PERFECT. TO my favs.... :) I read your last one...One women! ;) You are quite the writer, my dear! Just That Archaic Poet February 5, 2014 at 4:44 AM Wow. Thanks, Eileen; you've just made my morning awesome. Many thanks and much appreciated, hon :) Eileen Manassian February 5, 2014 at 4:44 AM Pleasure was all mine! :)