princehamlet
07-24-2015, 04:23 AM
How can I leave thee now ! Thy beauty made Two captives of my eyes, and they were
mad To feast them on thy form, but now thy wit, The liberated perfume of a bud.
Which while a bud seemed perfect, but now is That which can make its former self forgot :
How can I leave the flower who loved the leaf ?
mad To feast them on thy form, but now thy wit, The liberated perfume of a bud.
Which while a bud seemed perfect, but now is That which can make its former self forgot :
How can I leave the flower who loved the leaf ?