She Was a Poet’s Heart

She was the naked summer moon
The ripe plum bursting of sweetness
The spring grass fresh, pure, and anew

She was the song of nightingales
The sound of purity and passion
The dulcet melody of a poet’s heart

She was Venus among dim starlight
Incandescence within savage black
The only hope held within the sky

and once she was mine
once she was mine

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