A Bad Rhyme

How oft of thee I dream!

How vivid in image,

This constant reverie,

So real to me it seems!

Angels grace from thy face!

Thine eyes encase the stars!

Thy voice arrests my heart!

Blood race at thy embrace!

How great, my fear of dawn,

Ending thy perfection,

But no - 'tis now turned night!

Thy flawlessness goes on!



To best the dreams within my head,

Takes thy waking presence - and bed.

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not bad