Music Fey

My tender love, a flower fair, a fragile wing, a faint despair.
Indeed the soul, a silent cave, a volume ache, a vision vague.
My tender love, a blossom star, a soldier’s tear, a passion
Scar. But tinted heart, a precious flame, a mystic breath, a
Cultic grain. My tender love, an island key, a brilliant death,
An ocean tree. Indeed the soul, a vocal wave, a temple chant,
A cryptic maze. And wistful love, a canvas grey, an attic cry,
A music fey.

My penchant love, a telic trial, a fountain flame, a furrowed
Brow. Indeed the heart, a rising veil, a floral spark, a plangent
Bell. My penchant love, a printed soul, an angel voice, a
Private scroll. For sacred rites, a privy pleat, a tribal pledge,
A graphic feat. And wistful love, a sullen day, an attic cry,
A music fey.