Upon Seeing Your Image
The world
Your name
Containing
Every word yet learned
The yearn and lust of life
Lithe limbs and
Eyes Eternal.
All gifted, glory-all
Fair as faith
Historical hearth
To heaven's feast
Victory wreath
Your curls of jet
Angels wept your every pinch
My own is yours, our heart the stitch.
Tell blast aghast
Heeding all
Your heart to bed
My seedlings fall
Selves the same,
At heart we're one
You my moth, I your sun.
In all I love
Your Name is meant
In all I give,
My heart is lent
I shine and hide the whispered call
Of us to ours, and each to all.
Vivoce!
-- R @ Я --
Perfection Is Easy
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