My Beloved
Silver this chalice; placing it atop time's mantel to stoke the fire which burns ~
In red the wine, while night spreads it's cloak, and frost becomes the glass
Amid that but another autumn's repose; bare the branches dripping to grasp
Visions which etch her beauties name, about the rose clad windows pane
Adorned with day two hearts she claims; while waltzing up love's path....
Sage the vase where petals fall, in joyous shadows upon, the twineful wall
Pirouetting amid silent streams be light; her knock, her voice, my soul's delight ~
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...."Gold The Chalice Of, 'My Beloved'" *
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