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Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
I've seen roses damasked red and white -
None art like the delight of her cheeks;
But no such Roses;
May cure the breath this mistress reaps.
There art roses by the creek,
But none shall e'er match the sheen;
That lies upon her cheeks,
My reddened Queen.
             Alas, of all the Time; I have only thine -
             To dedicate this rhyme; my loving crime.
Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
The Valleys of Joy are Cold,
My Heart is like Coal;
My luminous windows are bold,
In this Death of Christmas Soul.
I tear this dreary eve,
For the joys of lore;
The Cheerful Core -
Of my delightful reprieve.
        This vast aghast; phantasms shall not last;
        Collar thine delight; from this Christmas Past.
Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
A SUMMER day's grace for thee,
     At the sublimity of dawn!
Melancholy melodies - tintinnabulation;
     Of the dew upon the grave's lawn.

For thee to gleam, I'll flood the stream -
     And let it runneth o'er;
Prithee me, Chivalry!
     Drown it - ah, forevermore!
Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
When Black Roses cease to BLOOM,
And violets are Black and Blue;
When Ravens in the dead of Night,
Fall upon our Morning Dew;

This Love that clouds thee,
Upon our Sublimity Day -
Idle in Auroras of August;
To my flower - pray!
Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
One
ONE blessing had I -
    Of only thee,
Under morning's gaze,
   At the Tranquil Tree.

In this one dream,
   I cast my prayer;
To Heaven's gleam,
   For inner bliss.

Give me no more of the cold -
   That freezes my Love,
Phantasms of my soul,
   And grounds the crystal Dove.

This Heaven below Heaven above,
    Clouded by his Rain -
Love's longitude lavished it's lull,
    This Judgement cured it's Pain.

One joy is diverse;
    One Paradise must defer,
One tear is a flood;
     I speculate no more.
Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
Love is an EXTERIOR to life,
     Interior to death,
Sublimity of madness - and;
     An Angel of breath.
Charlotte Huston Dec 2015
My
MY valor is my doubt,
     His Love is my fear,
My utmost qualities -
     To him; lowly appear.

Lest I improve,
     For his beloved need;
The highest King -
     Shall speak his loving creed.

Chain me to my abhorrent abode,
     Of his discontent -
At the Altar of the church,
     Unto my sacrament.
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