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Entitled: John Donne
For this Love is enraged with me,
Yet kills not ; if I must example be
To future rebels, if th' unborn
Must learn by my being cut up and torn,
Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this
Torture against thine own end is ;
Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.
- John Donne
If 'twere not so, what did become
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room I carried none with me.
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.
-john Donne
2 of my favs
...penned by Ron_chooi at 8:27 AM
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Entitled: YES! my blog is officially unwanted and well.. erm... never visited? and erm... unwanted... did i just say that?
Take me to you, imprison me
for i never shall be free,
nor ever chased except you ravish me.
this love will last untill the
ends of time, and even then,
i would halt time; so that time would
last forever and love everlasting. hahaha trying to get in touch with my poetic side..
...penned by Ron_chooi at 8:23 AM
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