Sweetness on earth,
My rarest sight no more,
Your presence as pleasure grows,
In all my seven rhymes,
Never a touch so virtuous,
So unforgetful to my senses.
Your words, these words,
Worlds not mere words,
Parading mystery riddled in love,
Pleasant words that burn,
Brighter than your beaming smile,
So unforgetful to my senses.
Only delight to the perfect mind,
Flavored with modesty and benignant grace,
Affection with a tint of fear,
In an earth burdened by your beauty,
My arms proud to hold in yours,
So unforgetful to my senses.
Towards a future beyond today,
Of the many paths unseen to my eye,
As darkness awaits the failing light,
I stop to reflect my wealth,
The love beaming through your eyes,
So unforgetful to my senses.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
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