<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To All The Dames</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To all the dames<br>Wrapped in gold, <br>Silver fame<br>And fantasy, bold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Write you not on paper, <br>Write you not walls<br>This moment be somber, <br>Upon the lads that call</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon your pillars, <br>Languid or full of vim -<br>Oh the dames, your wine cellars<br>They fill these lads to the brim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To all the dames, stiflingly poignant<br>Askew are the lads with their flimsy hands<br>Upon the curves of a dame so rampant<br>That even the gods sigh in disdain upon lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To all the dames who wage a war<br>To all the dames with lips ajar<br>And to all the dames who pledged with scars<br>This be a game of mad men, a swineherd too farce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I were to love<br>All the dames<br>I’d be a shabby dove<br>Bursting in flames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could snare all the dames<br>And let them shatter in one of the games<br>Then I could bathe with the tepid hellfires<br>And sulk in the moments of an embellished ire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish not to love all of you, <br>Only to tell all of you in the strangest hue<br>That when the heavens roared madly, <br>The heavens ebbed in a tangle of a woman’s melody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This be sure, there is a flame<br>Never to be extinguished inside a woman’s caress.<br>This be sure, such fatal sadness in a picture frame<br>There is a mirth to be found not inside a woman’s dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman’s breath, <br>A woman’s breadth.<br>A woman’s idiosyncrasy<br>Over lacquer and musical fancy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman’s sigh<br>A woman’s bliss<br>Never a woman’s thigh<br>Or a woman’s hot kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so to all the dames<br>These are everything I know about the majesty<br>There are certain deaths in the journey and the travesty<br>All for a dame, all for a dame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To all the dames, <br>Good night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Windsor+Guadalupe+Jr">Windsor Guadalupe Jr</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580058" data-title="To All The Dames de Windsor Guadalupe Jr" data-description="To all the dames Wrapped in gold, Silver fame And fantasy, bold. Write you not on paper, Write you not walls This moment be somber, Upon the lads that call Upon your pillars, Languid or full of vim - Oh the dames, your wine cellars They fill..."></div> </div> </div>

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