In a marvelous darkness
flame sticks scattered alongthe presence of a beauty fey
Her mellow yellow dress match the sky,
Complexion suits the stars;
Smiles were jupiter
Facetiously she possess a damsel's heart
Like a dandelion
She dresses the night
Her colour
Designed its fantasies
In my arms she tarry
She says
Im habit forming,
A portion she takes every morning
Melodramatically we were
In a kirk
I was the priest
burnting her an offering of love essence
We dined
We drank to excess
In a night of delirium
I was holding her hand
She was holding on to my wrist feeting on the road cheeks
only the moon attested this tide,
How perfect are you to be my wife
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