Fresh flowers for her sable hair
And diamonds bright beyond compare.

Sweet perfume and a gentle hue
To shadow soft her eyes of blue.

A necklace of pink lustrous pearl
And finest silken scarves to furl.

Sapphires, emeralds, rubies bright
To strike her fancy with delight.

And golden bracelets on her wrist,
And eau de vie with just a twist.

But  kinder still for all her pain,
A silver bullet in her brain.

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I can hear the distant silence
calling; calling.
In the darkened forest, snow
is falling; falling.

Winter fast approaches, it is here,
almost here.
Are you somewhere softly crying,
a tear; a tear?

All the love we shared is over,
it is gone; gone.
Sorrow heavy on my shoulder
lingers on; on.

Soft white silence settles slowly
on the ground; around.
Beckoning to slumber golden,
not a sound; no sound.

Love’s a dream that ends in waking,
or in sleep; sleep.
In soft arms my heart is breaking,
yours to keep, to keep.

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Gentle lady come with me,
Life’s a fragile flower sure.
Yonder lies eternity,
Beauty’s kiss will not endure.
Lovers, poets, prophets, kings
Cannot keep what beauty brings.

Perfumed blossoms that I see.
Winsome charms that oft allure,
Pale in the poignancy
That your angel form may stir.
To my soul your image clings
Tied in place with magic strings.

If imprisoned I may be
Or afflicted without cure,
When my thoughts are turned to thee
All my pain my passions blur.
Then my heart all beauty sings
And my spirit soars on wings.

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