~ three parts mad, and the fourth delirious, with perpetual rushing of hard times ~ Dickens

Thursday, September 12, 2013

On 9/12/2013 10:26:00 PM by Unknown in ,    No comments

You are a ballad that turned me into a bard.
With the banters, and blandishments,
You brought blithe into me.
I had started belying as a bleak,
You bought bounty in my being.
We bickered, remained berserk,
Badgered even, sometimes.
Yet after all the befuddlement, one truth cadavers.
You bedazzle me, you ample me.
You, yes you are a boon, my beloved.


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