She is a window hoodwink !
She is a window-
hoodwink,
lingua franca of happiness-
her eyes dulcify's
even sweetness.
She is a columbine
of heart,
epitome of the
etheral perfection !
She is the dawn aubade
of the dancing sun !
Yet, to her vastness
these words
are just blatherskite
marathon !
And I am the hoodwink,
of inglenook- near her
eternal fire !
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