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Firelight of LoveLoveliness . . . In realms of angel, pure and fair, fills my stolen heart. For lips that smile as they do, and kiss the words that speak, . . yet eyes that did awaken suffering deep . . . . then held me in their fond embrace. From mind to mind ‘cross bound'ries far, that do not hold, . . I gave myself to thee. With flecks of grey, that flit and lance . . . In candlelight . . . The fairy dance . . . The firelight . . . Of love. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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