|With Glances Out the Panes
Author: Lost In Segue PM
And I ne'er do; this is all just me... in waiting... here for you.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Poetry - Chapters: 3 - Words: 244 - Updated: 12-14-10 - Published: 11-20-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2866174
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A unity of each with every, meaning
as much beauty as at any;
her face holding all dignity;
every word of this
for the time she will let me:
Is there another one of you – I may find her?
If not, I should ask your name.
...Or does Beauty have a name?
should I call you, Every This?
in her stumbled-glance approach;
or was it,
As with her
in my stumbled looks at her 'proach,
never a peace will I find more worth?
Pleasure speaking with you; never 'to.'
—Hear, wanting only this.
Which of these will lead return
or leave no chance? I ask you.