Like the fragrance of lilac hanging aloft
Over which the breezes have no dominion
Her words upon a wing still dwell
The air around me all the sweeter for them
Like the taste of honey clinging to
The comb and not departing soon
Her kiss still garnishes my lips
And the hunger for more burns within me
Like the sound of fairies’ wings aflutter
Just barely grazing my weathered ears
Her laughter has me bound and tied
Within a spell of otherworldly craft
Imperishable words call out to me
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