Inamorata - Wordsworth Sestet
Will you soon speak to me of thy love, Joan
Tell me that you want me as I want you
Can I endure a callous bile adieu
from thy lips most cerise, soft, tender, sweet,
from those which solely I have ever known.
Let’s share, inamorata, time is fleet.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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