Thou art more dear, more pleasant than the summer day
Your beauty, fairness, and calmness always consistent
Despite the throngs of maddening circles that stay
To surround and lure you in disarming persistence.
You are like the loveliest of all the flowers that bloom
And sweet as the songs the birds do sing high in the trees
And within my breast each day and night therein looms
The purest love and thoughts of thee deep within me.
I love thee as no other I have ever known or loved
My heart beckons you with an immeasurable appeal
Be mine forever, let me know you only as my beloved
So that you might see this depth of love for you is real.
Thou art more dear than all the days of the long, sweet summers,
Draw nigh and hear my heart tell thee thus with love filled murmurs.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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