When I was ready to cross my arms
The neif marcescible meekened by dole.
In lands of merl and alder and the plangent sea
Like ravished by death from the world.
The rivages and fields were in the black rime
Nay silent stood in someone's cruel charms
Sith captromantic dream lain underneath sod
One day old thyad appeared and held me out her arms.
The chrism of hope flew right into my bosom.
My quest and my perseverant zeal returned.
Sarmentous puissant poesy,the virid stalklet
Like amaranth arouse and it did burst.
Her chant of eld shone vermeil like a glee flame.
"Husband of love,thy time hath come.
As long as you believed in where you never lived
Belief's ostention let this will be done."
But otherwhere I saw the seedbed of light
Begotten on the third rock from the sun.
And mansuete angel walking slowly to me
Who stretched his dainty aery pinions.
"For years I search the best for you."-he whispered
And pulchritude of him might make me blind.
Sheen and unblotted,fragrant like a roselle
He came like solace,troth and starry eyed.
The natal frater of my all optations
Propinquity I felt like vernal rain.
He said:"Now we are Damon and Pythias"
"Thine eye would emulate the diamond"-I said
The deepmost was his brow becoming sanguine.
Affectional below ambrosial coronet.
So palmy frolicsome loveworthy floweret
We flew through spring like lightest rayons.
To the new aeon after he grabbed my hand.
Vers libre scroll I wrote is ode to you,
My rubious sunset,my theandric friend.
I ween much less than this thaumaturgy
That I behold within my hand.
And in the light we were encrowned with honour
Given to love released from dark of past.
And rested underneath the groovy sycamore,
And crystal flow of lymph had flown with us.
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