Page 35 - My Little Book of Perfum'd Poetry
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"Your smile,
As innocent as the soft churn of an untamed spring,
Pierces my clouds with its dazzling beam.
Your soul,
As sweet as the exquisite scent of a floral paradise,
Soars free through the lightest blue of my minds sky.
Your love,
Brighter than the twinkling stars of the clear night sky,
Wakes within me that sacred feeling indescribable.
Joy"
