Would that your keen eye be my guiding light
Oh to know how to reconcile this pain
What once was our own romantic gain
Might only now search upon starry night
In hope that somehow my heart and yours cross
For would it not be a reality
That love guides a certain fragility
Similar forest will hold summer moss
Walking alone in natural preserve
So sweet is the smell of delicate bloom
Mix within our fantasy does love loom
We could in hearts let beauty bend the curve
For then it were a time is sensual
Promise will flow forever chalice full
© Scott F Savage 7/2020
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