"In The Springtime"
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Came he into the light
of my gentle spring day,
shining like red Mars
and pure-white diamonds.
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Away! he took my breath 
in tender eve that day, he,
glimmering like easter dew
and limpid pools of moonsong.
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Came he into the light
of that tender vernal moon,
awash with morning's songs,
and into my heart's prison.
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Stolen, this heart of mine,
in the ink of that spring night,
taken to his own, to rest,
in forevers' tender glow.
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Ensconced within the light
of our gentle hearts, we stay.
We, shimmering like stars 
and pure-white diamonds.