Bedlock
The sun is not so bright
as you are when you rise
in all your glory from your bed
transmitting beauty with your light
more wonderful than any blessings shed
from any queen of beauty by surprise.
Childishly I must surmise
that you transcend all lovely hours fled
of pleasures passed and gone in flight
while I remain with you till sunrise
going on until we die and wed
to never leave each other more in bed.
Thus, my love, I cherish thee to madness
nevermore to fade in sadness.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-06-26 at 15:16
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