True Love’s Companion (Shakespearean Attempt At Poetry)

Be’st a dear and remind me.

For I’ve forgotten the

forbidden taste upon your lips.

And doth the light shine

once more from sapphire eyes so’d

water’ed they might flood a soul?

Honey’d fingers taste bitter

compared to the sweet skin

that dons your heart.

Where Queen’s trespass

for the taste of brilliant sunshine.

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