For my Angel

[tholetas]

Give ear my golden friend, and let the melody of my love
play upon thy velvet lips.
Let not the barren breath of winter transform the running
water's of thy spring into a frozen, fruitless field.
Entreat not the angel of death to beckon thee, before
thou hast caused to quiver the strings of thy lovely harp.
And fain not the ruddy redness of thy lips, ere

Comments

[obonic]

You really love the autumn don't you?

[qulsopher]

Beautiful and inspiring, thankyou!