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Lilacs & glints of her eye. March beginnings, three past midnight.
Satisfying sighs echo silent lignites sights.
Screen’s brights, adulation aloft. “Object of Admiring?”
Latter, yes. Object, no, but a beacon adroit - A subject of doctoral
ardor.
Dear amour, you endear and you enamor.
Sands of time; engulfed in your shrine.
Serenading milady via seven-step rhymes.
"Eve Elegies Eva" - R.
Yours,
R
Esq. November 2020
