An Altar Now Unworshipped
I hold your hand, my guiding light
To our home, a warm November hearth
My treasure, my altar to life
Sweetest coffee, my pure delight
Blanket of bliss, your jubilant mirth
I hold your hand, my guiding light
In crisp ashen skies flies a kite
When sunshine tires you make up its worth
My treasure, my altar to life
Hair tranquil midnight, skin Valette white
Angelic kiss, your hips sway with your pert
I hold your hand, my guiding light
You surpass art, O perfect sight
I was made for you since birth
My treasure, my altar to life
Starshine my goddess of achrondite
I covet time with you on this Earth
You are my all, and all is right
My treasure, my altar to life
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