Oh sweet vague figure who stands in the shine,
To address properly this silhouette
In the heavenly midst of the divine
Is the very name I won’t soon forget,
Gone are you now but by God’s loving might
I shall leap to catch you with open arms
For a fall from heaven is quite a height
And no angel of grace should be in harm,
Awaiting the glimpse of your moon-like glow
Is but an aggravating tortured crime,
For night is from day as gems are from stones,
Both morphed to anew in a long length’s time
Yet patients I shall withhold ever,
For in time we shall both be together.
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