shakespeares lady







Shakespeare's lady sang a song,
 that she could woo him all along,
 the tilt of suave hips,
a gentle smile,
she would comfort him a while for every man ticks a giant heart,
 it pulses,
drums,
 like a base that starts,
 I promise to keep you,
love you but then,
empty promises are not who I am,
let me run your shoulders,
massage your feet,
for roads are littered with bears gritted teeth,
I am your home,
and I am your solace,
 let me be your daytime palace,
for as fingers climb, and deserts drain,
all our bones are not the same
some transport to worlds that wreak,
 where Shakespeare's love
is fast asleep





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