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To a Beauty Unnamed
The final vestiges of nighttime’s shadows
like sinews, slip from My Lover’s face,
to reveal a visage of angelic perfection —
a Beauty so full of grace.
Less there are of maturity’s travels there —
for no travails have left a trace;
so much more there is of Youth and vigor there
in rosy circles of whispered lace.
Know that I am watching You —
if not envisioning from afar —
how the light of dawn does fall on You,
how evening’s ne’er left a scar.
~
(U R, simply, BEAUTIFUL!)
The final vestiges of nighttime’s shadows
like sinews, slip from My Lover’s face,
to reveal a visage of angelic perfection —
a Beauty so full of grace.
Less there are of maturity’s travels there —
for no travails have left a trace;
so much more there is of Youth and vigor there
in rosy circles of whispered lace.
Know that I am watching You —
if not envisioning from afar —
how the light of dawn does fall on You,
how evening’s ne’er left a scar.
~
(U R, simply, BEAUTIFUL!)
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