

Romantic Sonnet VWith locks of golden blonde that grace my sight And dance like streaks of fire across your face, My idle hand is moved by you to write. I pray your heart can hold my words to place, For mine are thoughts not easily made sound. Though stain’d and broke my heart yet beats for you, And hopes that thoughts of me might soon be found. If hope is lost and love is found untrue, Then cast these words and I away on sight; If these are lies then hold my tongue a knave, But Truth will side with thoughts that come to light And praise these words that swear I to the grave.Romantic Sonnet V
 
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-Christina
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Meet me... in Montauk...
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-Christina
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-Christina
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-Christina
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