A fragrant hymn..
Thy gaze, a sovereign flame, doth bind my soul,
A silent scripture written without scroll.
In every breath, thine essence I inhale,
A fragrant hymn where mortal words do fail.
The moon herself, envious of thy grace,
Veils her pale visage when she sees thy face.
The stars, once sovereign in their astral might,
Now bow submissive to thine eyes’ delight.
O dearest muse, thou art my sacred lore,
A temple vast, wherein my heart doth soar.
No tempest fierce, nor tyrant Time’s command,
Can sever love by heaven’s charter planned.....
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