The Titan Sea

Just take me anywhere
Love me still on a silken avalanche
of clouds
As if some beauty that I beheld
an idea, a being in that well of truth
left overs
With a fire burning and charcoal smells
To me, fair friend you never can be old
My love is strengthened, I love not less
that love; our love
Who is it that you alone
Should by time thereby beauty's rose
Consider everything that holds perfection
But a little moment grows.

by Damon R. Hollingsworth

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