To My Beauty, Constanza
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In deep hills green we lay my dear,
I dream of rain, of snow falling;
of lakes- the sky and wind calling.
Our time so sweet, so fine each year,
my sweet beauty never be gone;
just love me, let no darkness yawn.
With you, I knew such joy- oh tear!
Shadows beneath the soil, whispers,
of magic- each dance, all chapters.
We had this love's embrace- oh fear!
Heartbreak in my spirit and soul,
broken, our dreams to death's keyhole.
Will death just take- will God just hear?
Oh please let our love soar endless,
in peace let our love be ceaseless.
In deep hills green we lay my dear,
Our time so sweet, so fine each year.
With you I knew such joy - oh tear!
We had this love's embrace- oh fear!
Will death just take- will God just hear?
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November 19, 2017
Poetry/Constanza/To My Beauty, Constanza
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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