Bedazzled
P Patti Masterman
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Knee deep, I kiss
Your soft waywardness;
The angles you keep
Most angels find steep.
Climbing heavenly hills,
I fall for your stills
While sweet dreaming air
Gently carries me there.
It comes down to this,
Rare earth, I'd not miss,
But the unknown element's
Your pure bedazzlement.
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