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Beneath the arch of June's enchanting skies,
Thy presence stirred the roses into flame;
The lilies bowed before thy radiant eyes,
And whispered winds repeated soft thy name.
Thy breath was incense drifting through the air,
Thy touch awoke the veins of all the earth;
Each heartbeat learned a lover's sacred prayer,
Each sigh proclaimed the beauty of thy worth.
The night itself grew jealous of thy light,
The moon delayed her silver chariot's flight;
For in thy smile the stars knew their delight,
And Heaven bowed to witness love's pure rite.
O Love, thou art a flower none can tame,
That blooms, consumes and glows a steady flame. |
