My Fair Leigh, I Do Deceive in My Mask for Thee

My Fair Leigh, I Do Deceive in My Mask for Thee

Written by Jonathan Henderson

Wednesday, November 25, 2014 @ 5:13 AM

My fair Leigh, I do deceive in my mask for thee.

The eyes which sell, despite my conscience, tell

How I sing of your sound upon the lark of a day

Past night's morn, and how I'd fancy awakening

To a spectre glowing through Ecclesiastes' signs,

For I seethe, this brutish soul matriculates down

To your heart of my matter, my sweet cherry's a

Wonder to behold, and yet I never knew a lady I

Could never vest my coital interests so soft: she

Is like ice upon a heated wooden stove, melting 

A heart amid dissent and no living reciprocally

Along my path towards a good life, but with the

Life force which blood flows upon the heavily of

Burden, but I will thus defer to your friend, a soul

Of a heart golden but wrought with the ravages

Of a tarnished sot in need of a buffer to shine to

Finally be of your substance amid sound, and I?

I'll mask my amorous face of my commiseration.