In distal conception you are a lucent star
with voice like the recherche love song of a thrush
Your touch fondles the fret and strings on my sitar
A visage worth painting in oils with sable brush
You are the faint break of dawn in somber darkness
Coy muse seducing me with each amorous thought
Sanctum of refuge in times of angst and distress
Life's pulse beating rhythmically within my heart
Should vision forsake me in worlds of boundless black
and my ears no longer receive your concertos
love's depth found in your nearness, I shall never lack
when you lie within my arms in tacit repose
You are the calming waves that quell my restless soul
I, a brigantine moored on the sands of your shoal
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