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Oct 2010
Fill my dull frame with stronger light.
Take thou
from me this darkest shroud
And re-ignite our flame.

Such blighted spirit can  but  disallow
our happiness,
thus this day I pray thee,
do thou
plainly comfort me.

I needest thou,
and with  gentle lifting of  heart's pain,
mine own
dark mood will surely quick relent,
then perchance
shall we lie peacefully again.

Come then, fill thou me
with gallantry and  heaven-sent
romantic words,
without delay I prithee Sire,
court me now
in thine own enthralling way.
Fay Slimm
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Fay Slimm  Cornwall U.K.
(Cornwall U.K.)   
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