I breath your beauty such a taste,
Of softly loved as dear embrace.
To walk as angels in the night,
My gaze aside the very sight.
Your eyes are kept of sweet construe,
As mirrored in reflected shrew.
To dance on skies nor fall to peer,
My love i always will be near.
Keep my heart within your hand,
A million grains of golden sand,
Will fall so softly as we touch,
Of narrow breath or as we must.
And never leave my shadow lone,
As staged within the clouds of stone.
For if the night should fall to death,
To keep you in all and kept.
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This poem seems a mixture of Poe and Lewis Carroll a poem of love in a sky of stone. Nicely done
Ty again for taking the time to read and comment Sorenbarrett
Always most welcome
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