"There's language in her eye, her
cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton
spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her
body."
-- Shakespeare's.
"And her absence resounds her presence
All my thoughts, she can reel miles afar off
My heart beats she can count by hers
She can pinch my words
Just like she's my mind.
[Nay, seated in a site
Where there's light
Six lights
Glimmering white, calling flies
Termites - eatables
In dire dear disguises
Vicky view this;
Their thousands clinging unto what they all heart
But none could climb up those lights' hats
They all end up down
Then they peel off their paired wings
Clinging mates perphaps for mate
Hide-out or perphaps back to the earth.]
Oops! Glimpsed
Where was I William Wordsworth?
I truely love the lass I told cannot do without
Cos I can't
Amid all she'd always stand out
Night!"
Jodekss
