My Beloved
Silver this chalice ? Placing it atop the mantel to stoke the fire which burns
In red their wine while night spreads her cloak, and frost becomes the glass
That but another Autumn's repose ? Bare these branches dripping to grasp
Visions which etch her beauty's name, about love's rose clad window pane
Adorned with day two heart's she claims, while waltzing up this path ?
Sage time's vase where petals fall, in joyous shadows upon, his twineful wall
Pirouetting aside silent streams as light ? Her knock, her voice, my souls delight..
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...."Gold The Chalice Of, 'My Beloved.'" *
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