After Guardian’s from Astrophil and Stella by Philip Sidney
Her speech, her light talk
taking me into world of dreams,
a
melody and mix of language
free flow with interjections,
mincing verbs and swallowing
tenses, new idiom and breathe;
but her look of something special ,
her invitatory glance of looks
and smiles endear with fine
augury of future prospects,
all go in a dictionary
of unique coinage;
yet, the basic rudimentary
kernel of structure of language
grammar lacking in her content,
but I give a nod for her language
her mode her rendering is a gift;
what if not grammar, there is
always a glamour.
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