Ageless Fancy
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When I turn to her, all my heart conveying
these simple words that her love has deemed
in this gentle light with soft shadows playing,
a quiet sleep envelopes me in dreams.
Ageless fancy, youthful as her beauty seemed,
lone chaste wanderings, of these flights I speak
which threads a path along a golden beam;
though my words come halting, my vision weak,
to know her mind, what greater purpose can I seek?
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