N.

These shimmers
reflect your Elysian dreams,
Those moments when

you shared my soul
With soft elegance found
through our idioms,

How did allure form?
And how could I not
fall in love with your words?

Their grace combine
emotions, human heart
and Nirvana locution,

Before grace I am humbled
as I watch you bloom,
a rose by any other name…

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Poem © Phen Weston 2015

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