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(an interpretation of Lord
Frederic Leighton's painting)
The sun watches you
from the top balcony
admires the way your long,
auburn tresses resemble flames
burning around your dreams
falling, floating, swirling,
vivid as the dusk
holding secrets in its
hands
Your pale body
delicately swathed
in layers
of orange rose petals
each scented with words of
love and hope
every touch of your hand
a love note
The patient sea
waits for you
to recite your sonnets
enamored waves dance
at the sound of your voice
an instrument only the Gods
could have bestowed
sweet as ambrosia
White marble
kiss your feet
promise to hold you up
when you are feeling down
cool your temper
when you have been lit
by passion's ire
But tonight
you will sleep in peace
knowing
in the soft light
of your intrepid heart
you will always have respite
in your dreams
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