Tender sweet sight;
sachets in slight
are yours by night
and in the light
of day.
a pale clear brow.
snow whiteness,
pure knowingness
of what is less
as are my fears
and distress
and in no one again
could I find
closer a love
to this kind.
so divine.
L---, you're all mine.
for all time.
©John Edward Smith Jr.
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