My Rondeau
Rondeau by Leigh Hunt

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.

"The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful—"

Emily Dickinson, “1750” (via)

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Preach.
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