I wrote this poem and gave it to an ex of mine. Now this person is an altar now left unworshipped, thus the name. Prior to the breakup, the poem was initially tited (name of ex)'s Villanelle.
I hold your hand, my guiding light To our home, a warm November hearth My treasure, my altar to life Sweetest coffee, my pure delight Blanket of bliss, your jubilant mirth I hold your hand, my guiding light In crisp ashen skies flies a kite When sunshine tires you make up its worth My treasure, my altar to life Hair tranquil midnight, skin Valette white Angelic kiss, your hips sway with your pert I hold your hand, my guiding light You surpass art, O perfect sight I was made for you since birth My treasure, my altar to life Starshine my goddess of achrondite I covet time with you on this Earth You are my all, and all is right My treasure, my altar to life
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