Isabella
I dost love thee, as sure as the diamond river would flow
'Tis a dream of dreams as thy flower slowly unfolds
From emerald boughs, we lie, whence a dream flutter of life
Thy wafting scent doth fill my soul, thine song endless flight
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2018
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