The Prosperities Of Golden Love Poem by Robert James Robinson

The Prosperities Of Golden Love



Shine on all,
This gold will fall.
From the sky,
It blinds my eyes.
This precious gold,
It glows in light.
In all its awe,
This gold is refined.
After all,
Love is Divine.

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