Form: Diatelle
Deep
Sunshine
Intertwines
With streaming air,
Dust gleaming pools divine
Along the cascades of your hair.
Quench your eyes' thirst - soak up my molten stare.
Abrupt design sends my mind into frenzied leap -
Bewitch her heart with signs of fate to share
Together, rare and perfect pair.
The chorus of your shrine
I'll be and swear -
'I am thine!'
Be mine
Keep.
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