For Erin - Poem by Edward James
The full inspiration,
Of the beautiful blue.
The music of daffodils,
The voice that soothes.
Your acquaintance is known great,
Majestic as you may be.
The splendor you spread,
The radiance I seek.
Take forth my heart to yours.
Mend it with your breath.
The world stops with the heavens.
Like an aged flower pressed.
Only tears for you can stain this cheek.
Stigmas of only joy will do,
For my soul will always be content,
As long as my heart is mended by you.
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