Friday, August 14, 2015

My Christmas

My doubts turned sudden to surety:
false fears, to confidence.
Your true eyes were a cure to me:
the past’s sickling, long hence.
Affections flourished, undesigned;
true friendships blossomed. unelected.
The Sun on varied virtues shined
like dawn on night beauty new detected.
I found goodnesses unsought: unexpected.

Your enchanting beauty grows upon inspection.
My feelings have grown upon reflection:
the logical end of your beauties reason;
the welcome arrest of my hearts treason.
With all around within decay, you were my perfection.
You were my Christmas in a cold, dark, season.

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