cup of gold
you are a day
beauty's scent
in creams
and yellow's bent
curves to behold
and a parasol hour
painted in your fold
my eye's a ray
and you're the bloom
scent as sweet
bent a beat
beat my mind
bearing bursts
of lusty loom
in stories untold
you're a cup of gold
a flower for a day
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