ACROSTIC FOR MY LADY

M-ore gentle than the sweetest breeze Your breathe unites with mine A-nd for a while I sense that ease Two hearts enjoy when lips combine. R-arer than the richest stones Hid in sea swept caves Y-our eyes in myriad tones My searching gaze enslaves. O-nce the gods of beauty drew Your form to their design R-aised in love you grew To loveliness - dare I that work define? E-rato, Muse of lyric lays And verses of amour I-nspire me now to praise In simple poetry, she whom I adore. L-ike the sun you Warm me L-ike the moon you Charm me. Y-ou are my Valentine. TOBIAS

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anthony-brady

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