....yes, a few Latinate filigrees...
Perceptive of you to notice,
So accurate, yes, your perception.
My conception, well, it yearns for you.
Forgive me, now, my unconcealed need ~
Dearest One, I must know: Am I, indeed, your
Dearest One? What you give, so generously,
Makes me only yearn for more...
A bottomless, ravenous hunger
Nips fervently now at my heart and heels.
I kneel, but no longer do I conceal.
Dearest One,
I‘ve none that's dearer.
Your words like honey
From your lips.
My heart is stirred.
Just courtly love?
A fun charade?
Or something more.
Who can know.
The cards are laid
They must be played
Out!
Double-A
O my dear, yes,
Divine you are ~ your arms, my sacred
Chapel. Beloved, point me, an ascending spire
Toward Heaven. For Thee, Yes, I aspire.
[PS. We MUST conspire ~
My buds, yes, REVENGE!]
.... quelques filigrees de Latinate...
Perceptive de vous à noter,
Si précis, oui, votre perception.
Ma conception, bien, elle aspire à vous.
Pardonnez-moi, maintenant, mon unconcealed le ~
Le plus cher du besoin, moi doit savoir: Est-ce que je suis, en effet,
Votre plus cher? Ce que vous donnez, tellement généreusement,
M'incite seulement à aspirer à plus...
Une faim sans fond et ravenous
Pince ardamment maintenant à mon coeur et talons.
Je me mets à genoux, mais plus je ne cache.
Le plus cher,
I’ve aucun qui est plus cher.
Vos mots aiment
Le miel de vos lèvres.
Mon coeur est remué.
Amour courtois juste?
Un charade d'amusement?
Ou quelque chose plus.
Qui peut savoir.
Les cartes sont étendu
Elles doivent être jouées dehors!
~ Double-Un
O mon cher,
Oui, divin vous êtes ~ vos bras, ma chapelle
Sacrée. Aimé, dirigez-moi, un spire
Croissant vers le ciel. Pour Thee, oui, j'aspire.
[PICOSECONDE. Nous DEVONS conspirer ~
Mes bourgeons, oui, VENGEANCE!]
.... some filigrees of Latinate...
Perceptive of you to note,
So precis, yes, your perception.
My design, well, it aspires to you.
Forgive me, now, my unconcealed the ~
Expensive of the need, me must know: Am I, indeed, your
Expensive? What you give, so much liberally,
Only encourages me to aspire to more...
A hunger bottomless and ravenous
Grip ardamment now in my heart and heels.
I put myself at knees, but more I do not hide.
Expensive,
I've no which is more expensive.
Your words like the honey of your lips.
My heart is stirred up.
Courtly love just?
A charade of recreation? Or something more.
Who can know.
The charts are wide
They must be played outside!
~ Double-one
O my expensive, yes,
Divine you are ~ your arms, my crowned
Vault. Aime, direct me, a whorl growing
Towards the sky. For Thee, yes, I aspire.
[PICOSECOND. We MUST conspire ~
My buds, yes, REVENGE!]
A New Resolution?!
Gotcha; will do.
I'll draw up papers,
Submit the matter for dew
Consideration: Morning's dew
Soon, too late now...
Imprimateur, yes, I see: Royale Legal
Requirement. I'll draft Agent Smith
Out of Imagination's late-great retirement ~
Rehire him for another job.
Psyche's disarray, must repiece this puzzle
Back together again...
All rhyme, all reason,
Just my brand-new Raison D'Etre!
A New Resolution?! Gotcha; will be enough.
I will work out papers,
Subject the subject for the consideration of dew:
Dew of the morning soon, too late now...
Imprimator, yes, I see: Legal Condition
Of Royal. I will write the Smith agent
Out of late-large the ~ Rehire of the retirement
Of imagination it for another work.
Psyche disarray, repiece of need this back of puzzle
Together still...
All the rhyme, all reason,
Just my Reason very nine To be!
Une Nouvelle Résolution?!
Gotcha; soyez assez.
J'établirai des papiers,
Soumets le sujet pour la considération
De la rosée: Rosée du matin bientôt,
Trop tard maintenant...
Imprimator, oui, je vois: État Légal
De Royal. J'écrirai à l'agent de Smith
Hors de tard-grand le ~ Rehire de la retraite de l'imagination
Il pour un autre travail.
Psyche disarray, repiece du besoin ceci en arrière du puzzle
Ensemble toujours...
Toute la rime, toute la raison,
Juste ma raison très neuf d'être!
A New Resolution?! Gotcha; be enough.
I will draw up papers,
Subject the subject for the consideration of the dew:
Dew of the morning soon, too late now...
Imprimator, yes, I see: Legal State
Of Royal. I will write with the agent of Smith
Out of late-large the ~ Rehire of the retirement
Of imagination it for another work.
Psyche disarray, repiece of the need this behind for the puzzle
Together always...
All the rhyme, all reason,
Just my reason very nine to be!
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