Bright Burning Stars. - Poem by Fay Slimm
To be called the above was an honour
Indeed, she, being shy, fought to dismiss
The praise, pretending the moment had gone
By without notice - yet unwisely wished
He would use it again - 'bright burning star.'
It rang with adventure, set her on fire,
She had only reviewed his work from afar,
But knew it was versed with love and desire.
Romantic, intense, it burned with it's own
Meteor fire, in which she now closely
Followed along. Besides, not being prone
To flattery's aim, she being bright at most
Word-woven rhyme, gave time now to dreaming
Of what love brings to two same gleaming flames.
Working as one, and somehow revealing
More about brilliance, that was the aim,
As inspired, they burned together in time
To make twice heated love really sublime.
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