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A Maiden's Warning
by Stephanie KentI forswear it here,
Methinks he only woos in torment,
Ever seeking loathsome discontent
In the melancholy winter of his bosom.
Therefore,
Lest man through poison love deceive you,
Ne'er slander your measure of grace
For yon seemly tempting vows
Which soon yield a hasty death...
08/14/2003 Author's Note: Well, see, I have this magnetic poetry board with all these Shakespearean words on it...
Posted on 08/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Kent
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/15/03 at 03:24 AM I'm instantly drawn to this poem, like a bard to a refrigerator. Whilst the cool whip chills.
Peace... |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 08/15/03 at 09:22 AM Very wonderful style and grace and the message is communicated so well. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 08/20/03 at 02:03 PM sounds like that board inspires wonderful poetry for you....great work. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 08/20/03 at 10:31 PM Methinks I must seek a purveyor of these magnetic boards; pray tell may they inspire in such a way as this wonderful treat. [;0)~ |
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