I could have painted these pages with our picturesque potential Quivering with each written word as if it were a brushstroke ever so essential Carefully crafting every artistically assembled prose without a single exhale Sweat would have trickled down my brow as I ensured every meticulous detail Painstakingly placing words on parchment as if it were a canvas Sentimentally sketching each and every raw element of our souls,...
Oh lady fair, so haughty, and so coldly proud,Entreat though I may, naught it seems can ever pierceThe adamantine shell that guards your cruel soul,And even my most honeyed words are all in vain.However hard I strive to rise above the crowdOf those that press about your feet, whose cries so fierceEach clamour to be heard and were I to enrollThe gods above, my suit would surely end in pain.In truth, I do not ask for much,...
