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Last Request


Whither thy love abide, mine soul enlightens greatly.

 

Ay, thee, who art so quite quaint and unique.

 

Doest the unknown frighten thee, folly of uncertainty.

 

Trust mine honest actions, and I’ll convince thee.

 

Thus hath said, the experience of life.

 

I require all thy love, so acquire mine total love.

 

For every breath that exits mine life source, it yearns for a wife.

 

Understanding thee art ev’rything, to beest in awe of.

 

Thy royal demeanor deigns a kinsmen to buildeth a kingdom.

 

Morrow is ever present, thus strength is attainable.

 

Heareth mine last breath, as I breathe it, to display mine final affection.

 

As I hath slain the rancor of misprise, accept mine “Last Request”, with pure direction.

 
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J.James

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J.James
<p>I dedicate this writing to a special person.</p><p>But I give much respect to W. Shakespeare, for the inspiration.</p>

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