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What love hath passed upon my daysAnd struck my heart with faithful fancyThe moon was born to fix its gaze Upon her eyes and shine their dancingThe sun must rise to light her faceAnd warm my heart with beauty's graceA king am I in loveland's realmBut powerless upon the helmOne touch of hand does strike me weakThe same hand gives of what I seekFor the greatest gift my queen beholdsThe gift of love as we grow old...What can I say? My wife still has my heart :-)
Very nicely done. Well written. Very tender.Flybye
hi flybyeso sad that you have to answer your own poem!it's a nice piece of work, and i identify with it wholeheartedly as most of my stuff revolves around my wife too, 30 years in may....(married not her age ha ha)phill
That is very beautiful
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