Beauty, what have you here?
Why haunt this brain
where in vain
I thirst your kiss,
to quench the fire
of exiled heart, a dreamer
'mid the thorns of an iron world
of law that brings a miss
to heart-stabbed pain.
Perhaps a portion of this dream
of life lived full
in a glade supremely blessed
where you in court sit queen,
here Beauty I would seek,
and deem her home.
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