Violet rays of night, blossoming starlight,
Creates the greatest of pleasures for me!
Renews my aching heart and sets it right,
Knowing that you'll be back for lemon tea.
As odd as numbers outside primacy
Would your absence from lemon teatime be;
A world where love struck fools that can still see,
Which is nonsense, if you fly not to me.
Yet seeing now within the clouds a hue
Of gold, I see sun set hounds guiding your
Lovely car to me; that which did imbue
My heart with cupids flight that I may soar!
Thus stand I firm in times unchanged to wait
Upon your fair formed grace, though it is late.
Sunset, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012
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