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Queen Anne’s Lace

The tableland — expansive neath the sunshine,
Grassy flats in swaying breezes pure,
Synchronised with every breath of heaven,
Flowers spread in radiant allure…

Queen Anne’s Lace — a bridal gown unending,
Spread in finely woven draping white,
Clinging unto Gaia’s curving body,
Effervescent in the azure light.

Subtle detail in the precious flowers!
Clusters reaching forth with gentle hands,
White on white, the comely composition,
Decorating these unblemished lands.

Pure as virgin rain upon the mountain,
Pure as floating snow in wafting flight,
Pure as daybreak, gifted by Jehovah,
Pure as birds embracing heaven’s height.

White — the tenor of my adoration,
For this flaring love that burns anew!
With each day we blithely spend together,
Whispering: I love you perfect true!

Soaring souls in wild infatuation,
Hearts commingled under Cupid’s law,
Love — the purpose of two serpents twining,
Dynamic dreams where dullness dwelt before!

Captivate me in your perfect ardour!
Vehemence for love’s magnetic flame,
Hold me in the brightness of your passion!
As your heart I reverently claim…

Singing odes unto your fair comportment!
Naming now no other name but yours!
Praising every word you gently offer,
Beaming as my brimming spirit soars!

White as Queen Anne’s Lace, this revelation,
Love in fullness, graciously expressed,
Knowledge of my highest exaltation—
By love alone, by you, I am possessed!

Skin on skin — your lips a perfect treasure!
Fervour borne of kisses widely spread,
Clasping hands, in ardent pleasure mounting,
Ecstasy in every word that’s said!

White — the conflagration that consumes us!
White — the clouds that carry us above,
Delicate as Queen Anne’s Lace this romance,
Paradise is found within your love…

AD Lovkis, 06/08/25