Another piece I wrote, again, dedicated to the wimminfolk of the Palace.....


Sweet Sorceress.


Touch your lips to my chalice
and turn this water to wine,
let me drink from the cup then,
while I search for words that define
this love that lives deep within me,
a flame that can never be quelled,
its heat transcends time and distance
with a strength that won't be withheld,
so turn this leaden heart into gold,
in so doing, my sadness allay,
until the day we can walk in the sun,
when you've turned all my nights into day.

Bronzedozzy....hopeless romantic.

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Bronzed Aussie.