Sweet Rapture
Teased in God’s garnished glory,
Venus encapsulates a bristling fury.
For thy halo eyes are in sweet rapture;
Weeping rivers when our hearts fracture.
Ventured graciously upon our warm escape,
Our flaunting embrace never seized to drape.
Shall I grow comfort in our starved liking,
When our doomed virtue is rather striking?
Love is afar, for our moments are prolonged.
Caught in webs of denies, our hearts belonged.
Though this enamoring fog ensued its desire,
Our spirits brought peace from within its fire.
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