Poems from Alexandria Robinson
Some say I’m weird, Some say I’m unique.
Sometimes I’m full of fire and passion.
Others I’m dull and passion passion weak.
I’m a girl who...
Methinks that thou art my cheerful wouldA gift not a plague I think thou artThrough a game of woo catch me their shouldHeavy no long casts...
Come Hither and Hark as a tale of Will and WooThy’s hair as dark as E’en and eyes as blue as crystal’sThou art in my thoughts morrow after...
Perhance me will for thee is verily woo
For common Sirrah on the Presence of a Rose
At times my love for you is my own foe
Though I am...