Riddle, is Mr. Romance
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XVII
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
I had this next poem published, I hope you like this.
I must admit
I must admit
.
I caress your cheek,
And kiss your brow.
I must admit
To a friendship gone too far.
A friendship pushed,
Into new romantic territory.
.
I embrace you in my arms,
And stroke your gentle face.
I must admit,
To wanting this.
Romantic feelings soaring
Too far, too fast, too soon.
.
My hands rest on your waist,
As I lie in this sweet embrace.
I must admit,
To enjoying this.
New territory being breached,
With new emotions, of love.
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