Rapture
Her picture,
shows her eyes allure,
her smile is still
my rapture.
In twilight frost,
her presence there all
framed in sterling silver,
to hold me now as colors are lost,
yet gentle is her promise.
I find her here
when I need her near,
when her I miss,
for she my soul does capture.
shows her eyes allure,
her smile is still
my rapture.
In twilight frost,
her presence there all
framed in sterling silver,
to hold me now as colors are lost,
yet gentle is her promise.
I find her here
when I need her near,
when her I miss,
for she my soul does capture.
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