My Heart is Empty

Ready to fill to brim    
The cup of loves whim,  
In the Winter of Rhyme  
Signs are sublime.    
A chalice of Merlot    
Compares to sun glow    
In a beachy bungalow's    
Seashell strewn dunes I know.    
Autumn's faire's lay dormant    
Within acorn's oaks suppliant    
To bring forth their oaken giants,    
That boast centuries making plants.    
Steady reaches the rim    
Of life giving no grim,    
Patois of botanists who trim    
Rosebuds in May behind livings scrim.    
Scrim'd days pass inorganic    
Behind the veil of my eyes picaresque,    
Blinking away blinding lights fix,    
Fixated instead on jargon romantique.    
Written by Periwinkleblue
Author's Note
Just a quatrain stanza poem with some new words I've learned added to the rhyme scheme, pretty simple, but a welcome stretching of the vocabulary muscles! lol
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