Poems by Mark

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  • If fifty suitors claim their love for you
    And mine include, how could you end with me...

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

  • I wonder which will greet me when I die;
    The arch of angels or the scorching pit...

  • Could none be so more sorry than myself
    If he is found then I need lower still...

  • Grey Sky (2) 3

    The grey-white sky does not depress my view:
    Most beautiful of things do turn to grey...

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

  • Could which of nature's art, out-glow her grace?
    Of silver specks in night, I start with ease...

  • Shall I endure her vilest winter frost
    and splay archangels in the idle snow...

  • My spirit fuses with the ether;
    Subtle life force currents...

  • His heart and her heart
    they pulse ruby rain...

  • O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
    That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze...

  • Conversing lover's tongue - I may neglect
    to discourse plainly; love we hold as true...