Inordinate Poems - Poems about Inordinate

MODERN ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS OF MEDIEVAL ENGLISH POEMS Inordinate Love anonymous Middle English poem, circa 15th century loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I shall say what inordinate love is: The ferocity and singleness of mind, An inextinguishable burning devoid of bliss, A great hunger, too insatiable to decline, A dulcet ill, an evil sweetness, blind, A right wonderful, sugared, sweet error, Without any rest, contrary...

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Book cause I spend an inordinate amount of time reading... out loud. As a hypothetical argument yours truly doth not aim to be unfortunate recipient of misguided, misjudged, and mislaid blame, nevertheless I make dubious claim and baldly recede (ha – hair ye, here ye) from heady assertion to make bold statement such that literacy supersedes numeracy, between said measurable ambiguous, exiguous, and...

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craving your soft kisses inordinate desire that continues haunting my... daydreams Date written: 06/09/2020...

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Might help explain how fruit full this harmless poetic brute, (a Methacton School of hard knocks grad), who sports astute demeanor with ample brew netted locks, vaguely androgynously cute, his trademark signature hirsute unstyled wavy hair tell tale characteristic, not that I care if anyone gives rats ass and/or hoot bummer attire acceptable since long unemployed and recipient with meager loot receiving social security disability to boot, nonetheless can while away unlimited numbers of...

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I'm sorry if my glad questions make you feel sad bad blue. But that is not my intent I assure you. Given zero opportunity, then zero risk can become deadening to those not yet dead sufficiently. Perhaps I would not be too intrusive to ask if we might risk speaking together. What do we want together and/or apart? Then let's do that together and/or apart. Then let us speak and vote and invest together again to ask How best regain...

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