Prisms
Fragrant groves of lilac trees
Watch as I get on my knees
To take your hand while asking you
If you'd be mine, please say, "I do"
The garden path is long and wide
An aisle cleared out for my bride
The sun is setting in the west
Green amethyst adorns your chest
A token of my quiet love
Hold onto it my little dove
And think of me when prisms strain
From sunlight through its facet's pane
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