Lost in lov, my sweet, my kiss of essence pure,
Unto the sun I do endure,
The lasting nights remain at ease,
As gentle tides wave in the breeze.
Look forth for beauty, my dear repose,
As gentle as a red, red rose.
And keep my acquiescence through,
The dark and the minstrel blue.
Keep me close, keep me near,
As gathered for the end to fear,
To reminisce of fate and fire,
A candle burns for my desire.
The wick is done, the flame is dead,
Our love will last, in dyer stead.
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This poem of love holds a tension up to the end. Nicely written
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