My Beloved
Silver this chalice...
Placing it atop the mantel
Stoking passions fire which burns
Red the wine while night spreads its
Cloak and frost becomes the glass
That another autumn's repose; bare
These branches dripping to grasp
Visions which etch her beauty's name
About the rose clad windows pane
Adorned with day two heart's...
She claims; waltzing up this path
Sage the vase where petals fall
Joyous shadows upon the twineful wall
Pirouetting amid silent streams; light
Her knock her voice a souls delight...
Gold the chalice of, my beautiful beloved.
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