Glanced Upon Her
By: Adam M. Snow
I see her, such beauty shrouds of light,
I'd glance upon her morn, noon and night.
Such innocence follows thee,
Like branches of stars we see,
She knows not my name,
But I be the blame.
O' Antoinette, names like a rose,
Blossoming after fall of snows.
But I be to thee but a ghost,
My love for you is what I boast.
Thou kept seeth right through me,
Though I dream of thee,
A dream soon to die,
If thou not seeth my eye,
My feeling to whom should embrace,
From the depth of love shone grace.
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