The gild'd that none dim nor shaken,
Bait eyeless but Not slay pleasure.
For I want far eyes to smoke out my pleasure
Though I lov' the way y' embrace me,
My sheath and my very pith. I am uncouth without your most lov'.
Let's escape pain by hair's breadth nor kisses bliss.
I lov'd your blithe spirit, but none pleased than your utterance, perfect as jorja smith. Too dash like jameson.
You never be distant, Oh, my dreams;
You call forth my eyes, though sleep drift too far in it, Too far gone.
be broth then we can be myth nor draw fair on dim'st palace.

© Vanele Mtileni