Her Round Light
Her Round Light
Why do lovers write
of moon,
of sun,
of stars?
Or fireflies
kept in jars?
Is a woman comparable
with light?
Can she,
will she
Illuminate
the night?
Can grace,
can beauty,
be combined with might?
The answer friend
I say is yes.
With mind,
with fingers
I caress.
I want her more,
never less.
Hand to heart
forever pressed.
Yes my love for her
I enthusiastically confess.
The colours of planets
combined with her scent.
Her light like a halo
roundly bent.
The sea,
the sun,
the moon
and stars,
are all witnesses
that grace is heaven sent.
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