A crowd surrounds, but all I see is you:
Your lovely hair down-spilling, warm cascades
Of curls unto your waist in auburn shades
And soft reflections – beauty’s perfect hue.
Relaxed and smiling, I see you now anew,
So stunningly right the rest are merely grades
Of waning greys amid the colonnades
Of beauty; light and colour come from you.
My lovely, O my lovely, never change;
Be always as I see you standing now:
The vibrant joy, the happiness you wear
Bright-shining in your eyes, your skin and hair
Aglow. No, no, my love, you shall not change;
Your spirit’s blush will ever grace your brow.
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