Twin’s Setting

From the setting of the sun to the rise of her twin
I think on only one, Helpless, spaced in.
With every faint twist and slight turn of my mind;
With each bump and beat of this grey, bleeding heart
(That is neither evil nor dreadfully kind)
I see no splendor, but her symmetry’s art…
Her beauty, astounding, and her smile, a joy!
This gleaming and shimmering sight I enjoy;
Her diamond-lined eyes fill my soul with her light,
And douses my pain in ringing delight.
Her presence is blessed and lit in her grace,
How great my heart feasts whenever she’s near!
Now, it seems like she’ll always hold a special place
In this heart of mine so dear…



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