Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

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I wish that I could come for you
To take your lovely hands,
And you would follow through your door
And into virgin lands.
I’d come to you with cedar chests
By satin ropes entwined,
Bejeweled with opals filled with fire
And carved, richly designed,
Heavy with garments of leather soft
And of the finest lace,
With gowns of light and sheerest silk,
Smooth as your youthful face.

Then from your father’s home you’d come
And take your place with me.
On carpets spread beneath my feet,
You’d rest on bended knee
To feel my hand upon your cheek,
And know you hold my heart
Within your sweet and tender hand,
A work of heaven’s art.
In darkest night you’d lay with me
Upon my cushioned bed,
To rise each gray and rose-washed morn
And by the sun be wed.

When long our lives had been as one
As though one heart we shared,
Rejoicing in the blessed truth
That we alone are paired,
I’d take you for my chosen one
And on your neck I’d place
A circlet, smooth, of finest gold
In permanent embrace.
With this light band, you would be bound
Forever to your one,
And you would be the moon to me
And I, your blazing sun.