Thou are the bravest of old
Ranting every art of soul
Stood the graves spilled with dreams-broke
Never alone thy heart provoke.
Thou are beauty where future brides
Not even a spark collide in dusk or dark
Flinging stride of smiles embarked
That great abyss never wave any remark.
Resilient and sweet to the deepest
Basking portrait can hardly be painted
Only thou are the purest
even the sun gallops not its embrace.
A tipped charmed lips who can escape
Thou taste can crisp the strongest grip
I ripple like a river flowing in haste
For to rally my feet away I cannot quake.
Thou are heart captured in unique softness
Breeze unfolding into ruined fleets - unending
Heat changing qualms, arrayed silky white gold
Beating cold never gets old.
Turn the strait make every find breathe
That thou so calm my trembling soul
Too weary might I can be
I, thou, the world forever in memory.
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