The Romantic Treasure.
You were felt before seen,
Long, long ago before the 'first sight',
When the tired sun had gone,
To kiss the moonlit night.
Your live-image seeded sense,
And caused horror to my Arabian steed,
A paragon damsel from Medieval Age,
In my goblet you served your mead.
While the days from mystic cavern,
Were trailed by the wings of Time,
I in my unconscious was painting your rime.
Henceforth, for the unborn years,
The reddish love would tinge abstract glow,
I have felt from times immemorial,
In me your love flows.
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