If ever I should lose my sight
I’d ask my last vision to be of you
That I might carry into that dark night
Your golden image glimpsed anew
Your raven hair, your crimson lips
Your alabaster skin
Those pale blue eyes that launched a thousand ships
And mesmerized gods and men
O let me gaze upon you now
That I might yet survey
She who makes Aphrodite bow
And hold the dark at bay
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Sean! This is BEAUTIFUL.
ReplyDelete--Jessie