Monday, April 11, 2016

To SHe, The Beauty,

She , is , if your love,
Why keep her away,
From you, so?

Call her, let her come
To eyes yours,
Sweeping you,
Making you cry and weep
With happiness
That you have never found in haste,

Call her,
Make Her a Prayer,
Weave a song ,
A thread of Love to be Worn

By you, and by her,

Your love who resides
From you, so far,

Drop a bead,
Count on beats
That Heart Thine
Makes on her eyes shine,

Your Love,

Kneel before her,

SHe,

Who you know,
And who knows
Also my love

And my poesy.

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