Vilia
Too often we see
only what we see…
forgetting each Weed
complex as the Rose –
and arguably
far more resilient –
But beauty is not
only skin deep...some blessed
throughout…his witch of the wood
also a goddess, apparent:
his Vilia,
Captive of her own
sublime beauty
kept pure from man
by heavenly decree
as all poets carry
a similar burden
and revelation –
an ideal of perfect Love
on earth never to be
entirely requited….
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