Sunday, 8 December 2013

Her Enchantment.


Water of the eyes - such thimbles grew
to stop them - my lover did not know,
Ill guests of dove-skins, why did you beset me?
Trials-of-life, with what colour did you touch me?
That I'm exiled -  and her enchantment
does not have a shore - I hear of home -
I hear, my love's alone.


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