Do you dream me so even an icicle dance
Hand in hand woven tapestry I glance
Furtive motives bred in majesty
This touch a penultimate necessity
Dripping down the up faucet by twilit brow
No pondering of why or how
Revel in the festive march made live
Take the plunge and commence your dive
My stream of passion is entered your mead
I am the sparkle in your wrist bead
For all time this jewelery clashes elegant
This attachment a forever, never more definite
My heart is the ruby atop your gilded crown
Not thinking of more so don't put me down
Circlet of beauty your face stamped in whole
Pardon my duty, you've captured my soul
Wearing my feelings, an evening broach
Don't be ashamed to hasten your approach
A contest entry
- This Heart Of Mine. by TheSpiralGenerator.
750 points, ended July 4, 102 entries
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