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Rompryska, My Youth

Rompryska my youth is thee for thou arteth this cache no longer mine to cherish as it be in thee and all that maketh thy being that I encounter this which so lacks in myself it beeth in thine golden hairs that compose thine mane that does edify the"

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Rompryska my youth is thee
for thou arteth this cache
no longer mine to cherish
as it be in thee and all that maketh thy being
that I encounter this which so lacks in myself

it beeth in thine golden hairs
that compose thine mane
that does edify the sun to burnish
while descending harmoniously
from thine head that I may contemplate
beauty


it reflects from thine eyes a cerulean
that serve as a transom
of what thou haveth deep
within thee that thou shareth
with my disrepute

it glistens on thine maw as if ruby
a rose in bloom that strokes mine
so adroitly in thy kiss
which thou uses as potion to rejuvenate my
soul which hath viewed too numerous sunsets

it is from thine being that decorates the heavens
that I witness the star of my to be
for mine are but times of yore
that may only cling on thine light for
within my rebirth will be

Rompryska thou art mine love
fore it be ye whom I seek with all that I posses
and thou unmeritable it be thou takest
for it be the bounty of thine garden
that giveth me the nectar as I sow the seed of
our or progeny

Rompryska it be thee who be mine angel
for though yee may present thyself to me
in form of earthly woman thou does belong
to the celestial stars that shine at night

Rompyska thou be mine all
as it be thee who placeth me
in the green meadow of thy soul
while escorting me past the gate
of thine rectitude in what is mine
bliss

oh, Rompryska what maybe it that have
brought thee to me is not mine to query
but to worship and behold for it is in thee
that I have the counter

By: Gianni Truvianni

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My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. As for the details regarding my life I would say that there is nothing that lifts them above the ordinary. I was born in New York City in 1967 on May 21st and am presently living in Warsaw, Poland where I wrote my first book New Yorks Opera Society now Available on Amazon.


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