oftheangels

~Love's fire hath purged my flesh,as if my flesh were thoughts;
ashen and wispy vapors I have become;
thou dost beguile my world;sail with me upon loves fair brow;
fifty first born flowers shall beseige thee in these melancholy days;
gracious light ,but from the stars your heart I grasp;
from within this barren eternal cold,the poets tongue sings thee yet another antique song;
love so fair, this shall be our lusty golden age;
fair beauty exchanged,salve for my worldly stains~

A very positive fruitful week...