Fay Slimm (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)
Brimming with care, prepared is our love-cup.
Thirst quenches deeper now nectar runs clear.
Not wanting to waste in sips, I drink up.
Swallow to glassy dregs, and unfearful
That love will taste bitter after such draught,
I settle it deep, and heart feels emboldened.
Now sweetened, ready for honeyed laughter
I escape the dreary norm, take firm hold
Of fate's hand and head for life love will control.
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