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Chance of Time,
Irreverent,
Hanging Betwixt the Muddled Scathing of my Thoughts
And All the Wondrous Splendour that is You,
In Herald,
My Heart Shall Sing its Willing Praise,
For Your Most Handsome Beauty Unrivaled is,
And Spins its Web of Impossibility round my Waiting Heart,
That Unshackled and Unfettered Binds itself to You.
Love Unbroken since the folding hands of Time
Spun out its Mystery in Quixotic Rhyme,
Untrusted Fathoms of the darkest Night behind me,
I Wait
In Breathless Abandon for Your Abiding Love,
Passion Filled and Tender Burning,
All the Guile my Longing Heart Desires,
For in You I see my Ever Present Future
And In Your Gilded Gaze I Remember Sweet Memory.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Mark Spain
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