TWILIGHT

In twilight dreams she holds my hand in hers My fingers trap her warmth. Her lips and mine In solemn promise meet, proclaiming this A love which e’en in darkest winter shines. My cheek against the roughness of the sheet Is fooled, and feels the beating of her heart; And rising from her chest, a scorching heat Leaves burning on my face a crimson mark Which during daylight hours glows too bright; Yet she, too blind, ignores the flaming red. My days are filled with darkness, so at night I seek the light with which my heart is fed. I would that she could see my scarlet face; I would with words I could her scorn erase. Meriwythr Truefriend Moliko 350

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