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Layman's Lyric
Layman’s Lyric
I pray you don't perceive me as obtuse.
My purpose is not solely to seduce.
You could call this as clichéd as it sounds,
The love I bear you knows no earthly bounds.
Alas, reciting courtly, pretty prose,
Is frankly not my forte, heaven knows.
Mere mortal am I to your goddess state,
I long for your love to become my fate.
It's said, albeit not so very well.
With fancy phrases I do not excel.
I can't write like the witty have before,
Just know you touch me to my very core.
So, tho' I have not sweet warm words to say,
Will you perchance accept my love, today?
Copyright ©
Diane Roy
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