Meeting you?... I remember well
The growing sense of destiny,
To me you seemed an angel in black,
A being of warmth and chivalry.
Those eyes, so blue, and hair flaxen
In fondness I did yearn for,
Your laugh, your smile, did lift me thus
From pasts that I'd once pined for.
My trembling heart, which from the start
Had wondered at your kindness,
Did ebb and flow with dreamings sweet
Of your love, and Love's blindness.
In kissing you, my woes are healed
Weak heartstrings gaining strength,
My love, my life, you are my One
Until and beyond Death....
















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