Pleasing as a rare orchid, so delicate, so pure,
with no equivalence this side
of heaven, and praise
the fertile cradle that produced such as you,
with rapt passion as if reared
in deepest jungle.
Do you hear a thousand souls proclaiming
with wild song, stirring all
that breathes and feels?
“Such desire, such joy of being.”
A hundred sweet lifetimes guaranteed would I
gladly sacrifice, for a few moments of
your poetic prowess.











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