A Principessa Waits: Constanza
She floats among palazzo halls
in teal brocade of lambent silk
procured for ladies of her ilk
while sepia of gloaming falls.
Candescence rises in her skin;
awakened is her heart within
to hear her lover's twilit calls.
She twirls and plucks a biding rose:
He Loves Me, comes the whispered prose.
The timbre of his voice enthralls,
the tickling whim of evening breeze
that waltzes through her mind's reprise.
As deeper into love she falls
the halos 'round the candles rise
to beg the lucence of his eyes.
She floats among palazzo halls
when sepia of gloaming falls
to hear her lover's twilit calls.
The timbre of his voice enthralls
as deeper into love she falls.
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