Poems by Mark

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  • Is it her taking, that deprives my rest
    Of sweetly nothings offered by a sleep...

  • When better days turn-in to better nights
    I dare not dream for seldom they appear...

  • When all my substance needs not breath of air
    And eyes devolve into the depths of night...

  • Your single-hood gives time to beauty's waste:
    Such charity you will in time donate...

  • If you with wit and patience reach my chest
    And veer in left, be wary of your find...

  • Which season could compare to you my love?
    Yes winter dreams are snowy as your skin...

  • When I return by thought to youthful days;
    I sprightly swing upon those swings again...

  • Should twenty more of you and all the same
    Proclaim that they are you and you for me...

  • My furry coated fluff-ball does so bark-
    As tho' by each a roar is pleasure met...

  • If he, like I, whom view with dimming light:
    The final setting sun within his glass...

  • My mirror cries, my mirror sighs
    But mine are dry, too dry to cry...

  • If found her beauty, then have found my eyes:
    As painter's draw their muse, do mine of hers...