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White Sunday 71: cresting

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williamfdevault

Published: Sep 25, 2010

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I will never doubt your sweet elegance,
the grace embraced without a trace of doubt.
I find myself elevated by chance,
a random encounter with life, about
which I had no hope or dream so sublime.
Stay with me for as long as I please you
and I will bend the course of life and time
that I linger long enough to speak true
the words of infinite amomancies.
You are Aphrodite and fates reborn,
the soul of an innocent, if you please,
and the promise of love given and sworn.
I will surrender all I am and more,
a beggar's purse to rise where angels soar.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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egoftcp

Sep 28, 2010

Sublime sonnet. I want to write one too.....except I have trouble writing in fixed formats. I always have to break the rules to express my creativity.

Still, your Sunday Girl is very lucky to have you, indeed.

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