Duet
Duet
The purity of song is your glad grace,
you beautify the air with sweetest tone,
competing with the lark (more commonplace),
yours is true melody, second to none.
Blessed and bewitched whene'er you serenade,
the roses bow their heads in mute acclaim;
the creatures of the field, of every glade
attune their dance, rejoicing in your name!
So pleasant are the times we are as one,
you practising your art, I learning how
to blend with you, two lovers with one song,
in harmony for life, our sacred vow.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
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