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(I.)
Within Golden Walls, Love's Gardens Await

Ripe are swelled grapes upon glowing vine
my darling on love's bounty we shall dine
in our paradise rests more than a dream
there flows truest joy from Heaven's first stream.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Morn's dew adds luster to romantic skins
my darling, now rest of our lives begins
in this our joy renews our dearest hope
that we waited, choosing not to elope.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Soon we shall entwine in our bliss, love's bed
live true our blessing because we have wed
within God's grace, we will bear ripest fruit
allow Love and Hope to take deeper root.

Within golden walls, love's gardens await
We should tarry not, best not to tempt Fate.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-10-2019
Rhyme, ( Golden Bliss Of Love's Luscious Bounty)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

(II)
Such Beauty, Could Only Be Divinely Crafted

Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact
Her aura casting forth winds that so soothe
Glory divinely cast, none could retract
Her song and dance both so pleasantly smooth.
An angel sent down to earth to relay
Promised words that broken lives may save
Nightmares from bleeding from night into day
As dark, roaming shadows of ashen grey.
Her smile giving warmth to tormented souls
She loving all with Love, her gentle touch
Pure waters poured from angelic bowls
A soft kiss given to those needing such.

Held aloof, her shining gold crown intact.
Glory divinely cast, none could retract.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2019
Sonnet, ( Composed as a Emily Dickinson dedication poem)

(III.)
As Sad Echoing Moans Fill Empty Halls

I hold the hurt, embrace its deepest cuts
to feel even a small part of your love.
Tho' your love was full of ifs, and's and but's
I thought you would stay, when push came to shove.

You gone, I reside in this vacant tomb
your night's loving no longer keeps me warm.
You ran away, ending life from your womb
thus did us both, eternal pain and harm.

I cry because, this world gives no relief
as sad echoing moans fill empty halls.
This nightmare, agony of disbelief
forever haunts my soul with empty calls!

With my life now in total disarray.
For love's return, I now sincerely pray.

Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet, ( Love's Deepest Pain)
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

Part One of three dedicated to Dickinson.
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