Posted by Heartbreak on December 21, 1998 at 03:11:47:
In Reply to: Well Named posted by Heartbroken on December 21, 1998 at 01:33:26:
But ³ Madam ³ as you call me ³ Sir ³ for which there is no need, surely you do not accuse me of the greatest sin of all.
Than those before her, confuses me, hearts melting in my charm, surely Madam you taunt me so with these words, lost I am in your thoughts, that I a bounder be.
Not so, Madam I could not harm, the fairer sex, unlike the sad thoughts of many, but tis true perhaps I romanticise, but Madam that be my honest way.
Am I to placed upon the green, and chided for the truth, Madam, that would be obscene
³ Attest ³ you say, surely your words are coloured, by that bounder in your government, whom twists and throws into the air, words and plays with them as jugglers do.
Thank you for truly kind and gentle I be, no beauty either do I think, but
³ fickle ³, oh you are so unkind, for that I certainly am not, tears you bring unto these eyes, for such strong words you exercise.
Flirtatious is perhaps the word you seek, to lash upon my back, but be aware if this word be right, tis words I flirt with, and not the heart, for to do that alone I could not impart.
Melted in the warmth of charm, come Madam, now thee plays with me, my eyes are blinded with tears of care, I write as I feel, the only way, the honest way, for me.
You issue warnings as the lighthouse will, to all whom pass within my wake, could it not be that tis you whom hurts, perhaps tis your your heart that aches.
A Merry Christmas
No scolding wilt thou here receive, good sir, for such a gracious wish,
but in return, the same great joys to you and all your dears ones, and
the hopes of a new year filled with health and peace.
For this you begin to ring true, I accept and reciprocate, especially to you.
: : Rest well for you know not whom you address, The lady is safe and secure from me, for I stoop not to that other other wooing to which you refer.
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: Ah, sir, you name yourself well: Heartbreak incarnate! Indeed, I know not the lady I addressed, yet I suspect she is no more safe than those before her whose hearts have melted in the warmth of your charm, and now languish in neglect. The archives of this site would show a few.
: Thou art a gentle soul, sir, and I do not think you mean to harm, yet in truth, your heart is fickle, as a list of saddened ladies can attest.
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: : There is no end product for me other than that of of pleasant discourse as the Lady knows.........
: : To you I wish althought perhaps I should not ... for fear of scolding
: : A Merry Christmas
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: No scolding wilt thou here receive, good sir, for such a gracious wish, but in return, the same great joys to you and all your dears ones, and the hopes of a new year filled with health and peace.