conjuring up images of the past I yearn for
eyes of swirling life - hazelnut cosmos
look deeply into my soul each time I sleep
it is the future I turned my back on
fear and doubt draw their swords
into battle they go - love their casualty
hardened hearts still cry tears
weeping in silence behind frivolity's curtain
at a porcelain gallop you come - always
gentility arming your chivalry and passion
battle lines drawn you reach for your sword
victory is most ultimately thine my sweet
oh how i love thee
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