Agape
One day thou wilt not be standing in my way when I shall,
Seize the moment to say how much I love thee;
Life stretchest hope to the sincere and honest not to a rascal,
Whose only hope in saving his character is to flee.
Mine honourable soul doth asketh thy public acceptance for,
Secluded feelings can never forge a noble troth;
Bring forth in thy mind the sweet alluring memories of lore,
Keep my unequalled agape, shun what is not worth.
Come hither my twinkling future and mine adored baroness,
Good tidings address those whose hearts are ablaze;
Their nights a prolonged play of sumptuosity and madness,
Performing the art of love in its most luxurious ways.
Hark men and women of all time and place,
Love prevails if we didst take it as a grace.
© Guru Jad 2013
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