Saturday, 3 October 2009

A Suitor's song

Someday I no longer shall search
The night for a trace of the Sun
For on some morning,
When the hours hatch their hope,
My heart shall consummate its patience and
Coalesced our love shall bloom casting
Us both into a frame...

Then this Sun, our Sun, will stand still unwearied by
The cold sweats of the sky.

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