Lost Lore

Read,
Not with your eyes,
but with your stricken soul,
From the blazing path,
will begin your stirring stroll,
From the loftiest peak,
shall flow a river deep down,
Fervor would sprout,
from your prolonged frown,
I give myself,
to your enchanting essence,
Until you are soaked,
in love's vivid fragrance,
Your heart shall be mine,
forevermore,
In my smiles alone,
you shall see our lost lore......

(c) S.S

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