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Sep 2016
Thine eyes were first, earth angel mine
To arrest the breath from within my lungs
Lovely and deep blue pools, I drown in kind
But naught a drop from heaven flung

Afterwards in reprieve to calm my wits
That your flawless face should dawn
And as tho' a corpse that escaped its crypt
Your beauty dearest, resurrects dead songs

Where in my bones had lingered none.
Oh how I should sing of heavens proved
Having myself been saved yet undone
For thou art gravity of the stars and moon...

My savior, delicate and fine, divinely saves
Since my life has been touch by your grace today.

MY HERO
Inspired by a fellow writerscafe.org poet, with his own work with the same title. My poor attempt to sound genuinely Victorian... Laughable I'm sure... Sey la vie.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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     Elizabeth Squires, --- and Sjr1000
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