Just like sun on bright winter days
Pale white dream beyond deep-piercing cobalt,
Past knobby, crooked fingers,
Grasping, forlorn, bent,
Of exposed white oak, vine maple, cherry
Long stripped of mouldered vestments,
Crimson, auburn, gold;
So is this love you hold for me
This love, that love, my precious and dear love,
Shines so brightly it hurts me
To look upon it.
Bonne sixième anniversaire, ma bel amour!
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