Triangle
L Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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Love floats its heart on lyrical wings
The moon carves its midnight hour
Pierced the dawn on angel's wings
Apollo rides his hour
My only love engraves a ring
Harmony colors this chord
Refrained sweet notes the minstrel sings
God's covenant with the world
Rare the angle in the soul
One's fleeting gift, good-day!
Leaving statues time has sped
My heart's attendents pay
The void fulfilled in a tryst
Cupid's triangle keeps growing
Your memory may recede to mist
Mine keeps the embers glowing
Bu şiiri puanla
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