My Dearest

Beshrewed on to me an Angel                     
cast from hell a lovely Angel   
Thy be a man to none here me a lovely maiden to dream 
is it fantasy, hark! i wish to implore! 
a man to walk alone in solitude merry 
a begger I am wretched to see 
only I concede in desperate pleas 
An Angel cast on thee 
The dagger in my lonley plea
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Mac Donald Avatar
April 5, 2009 at 5:02 PM
This is a beautiful write, Harry. Feels to be touched by the quill of Shakespeare, though the wonderous ink is certainly your own! Wishing you and yours the best!! Mikki
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April 4, 2009 at 8:07 AM
Oh, what intense emotion exudes from this poem. Excellent. Welcome to Poetrysoup.
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