Think not for this, however, the poor treasonOf my stout blood against my staggering brain,I shall remember you with love, or seasonMy scorn with pity - let me make it plainI find this frenzy insufficient reasonFor conversation when we meet again.
Think not for this, however, the poor treasonOf my stout blood against my staggering brain,I shall remember you with love, or seasonMy scorn with pity - let me make it plainI find this frenzy insufficient reasonFor conversation when we meet again.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories