Juliet In Earnest, Speaks
I, amongst the idle, wilds,
of lavender, long for,
his taste, of summer's breath,
in mine, in earnest,
I do speak, to love,
that loves, surpassed,
all haste of life, or death.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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