Oh come to me intrepid script, And betrooth me a Sapphic glow, Of the words yet writ, And of the words to know.
Quicken my heart truth to bestow maketh not my lips quiver but smooth the edges of sorrow. The Pennyworth Poet D.Russell, 2000
Quicken my heart truth to bestow maketh not my lips quiver but smooth the edges of sorrow. The Pennyworth Poet D.Russell, 2000