I will paint
A mirror
To your loving face
This moon-lit night
Twinkling with stars
And smiling skies, and
Will respire
By thy soft dreams
Wafting wondrous lands
How I look to you
Is not my concern
What imagery drifts
Your wistful eyes are
But, my eternal wish
To cherish
My mortality
In becoming
Immortal you
A mirror
To your loving face
This moon-lit night
Twinkling with stars
And smiling skies, and
Will respire
By thy soft dreams
Wafting wondrous lands
How I look to you
Is not my concern
What imagery drifts
Your wistful eyes are
But, my eternal wish
To cherish
My mortality
In becoming
Immortal you
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