Thine eyne incliped fair anight

Thine eyne incliped fair anight

by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)

‘Tis fair anight that thee has oft incliped,
agazed thy complexion abates, yare to discase;
this bud of love by summer’s ripening breath,
may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Nighted, the fineless flote, ’tis quaint…
anight, even the sky’s eyne give oeilliad.
Fancy-free, nature’s labras are softly vading,
embrasuring the whist union; garish anight by day.

Amorous glances pierce subdued nighted darkness,
garnering sheer beauty whilst yearning thy affect.
Stilly welkin waves pastels amidst its fineless canvas,
painting feature – union carkanet on thine bare neck.


© Copyright 2009 By: Italian Stallion

[*Quote taken from William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet – Act II. Scene II. Capulet’s Orchard*]

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