Cherub
Clouds mystifying the blue horizon
Pebbles rocking on the strand
Sea gulls scrutinizing the spectacle...
of the forthcoming cherub
Hither I stand in this forlorn land
Ogling the presence of thine beauty
Thou came to me and groped my heart
as thine words taste better than red wine
as thine breath smells better than roses
I gaped wondrous to the allurement of thine heart
Forsooth, I alack not knowing thou from before
But even if we lived for a centurial
I will not tire of thine smile
I will subsist next to thou…
until the gods annex my soul
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