Prettiest lights.

Which infinite Love
shall I address, where bluebells come to bloom
My lover he lays
So unexpressed, in deaths cold and makeshift tomb
Shall the prettiest lights there dangle
Over the darkness of desire
For he was the amber
The furnace bright
With eyes that burn
like fire.
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