Poetry

Christopher Thor Britt


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17 january 2012

First Embrace

Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart does ache
With depths of passion yet untapped by
Mortals, love to make

  
Your silken hair of fire gold
 
Your eyes of twilight blue

Have put to shame the star-lit night in beauty
Next to you


Oh lover of my waking thoughts and 
Dreams that come by eve

Come to me now my love, my soul and
Grant this heart reprieve

  
These gentle lips do for you wait
 
These hands to show you grace

Will cause us never to forget this night
Our first embrace

                           ~Christopher Thor Britt






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