Oft-Repeated Blossoms Loft.

Gently squeezed…By the dipping beak..
‘Pon the hand of the wind ~ So soft…
Thy cheek….So delicately sleek….
Mid like ~ oft-repeated blossoms loft..

Making another love song before…
The stars can sing another note…
Mid the wake of the feathers oar…
Hail’d by thine eyes rendering coat…

Stay’d by young...Thirst’d by old…
Eye to eye..…A chest of armor…
Mid an anchors curve…Tales afore told…
~ Appealing to the Knights spur…