You fit anywise auspiciously in my heart,
I can't impart anymore you and I apart.
Sense you withal solely even when distant.
As light of candles' at altar evoke orison,
Orphic grace and repletion you proportion,
Noways I nest in triste, as you're untold console.
Aptly aright your augustness I extol.
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Beautiful poem. So warm...10!
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