The richness of the garnet
\nAnd the snow geese in the sky
\nAs the sun sets over
\ngaddesden
\nSuch wondrous spirits fly<\/p>\n
The evening blush of sunlight
\nA mantle flushed with fire
\nA rubescence of red poppies
\nEach bloom there to desire<\/p>\n
She opens up her wooden gate
\nClad in her woollen top
\nPink and red and black
\nHer radiance doesn’t stop<\/p>\n
Sable hair and shining
\nAnd burts balm shimmering lips
\nTo have not seen you for 12 whole days
\nI felt I’d had my chips<\/p>\n
Lesions deep within my heart
\nOpened and were free
\nTo see your face just one more time
\nIt just did things for me<\/p>\n
dear goddess such an amazing soul
\nWho’s dressed in constancy
\nEasily the most beautiful
\nWomen that ever I could see<\/p>\n
Thanks for spending a couple of hours with me today<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The richness of the garnet And the snow geese in the sky As the sun sets over gaddesden Such wondrous spirits fly The evening blush of sunlight A mantle flushed with fire A rubescence of red poppies Each bloom there … Continue reading