Her Queen of Camelot
Soft the caress within love's tender kiss and times perfumed gaze..
Gathering centuries as bouquets; beauty in petals to mark this page
Splashed aneath colours atop their still frames; thresholds she waits
Ushering her dreams beyound the gate; crashing waves and a heart
Engraved these moments standing quiet no more; destiny's shores
Wiping tears from her eyes shall not they cry; joy, yet never sorrow
Ever again love's beautiful ballerina, whom bled one summers day ?
Leaving this lifes stage for a much better place; soft the lights caress
Perfumed these still frames; gathering her silent centuries in bouquets.
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