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Please let me breathe
the air from Paradise
And hear music mortals cannot hear
let me drink til my soul overflows
and drown sweetly without fear
I could not catch cupid ,nor be caught
My dreams dispersed before the morn
Daring to believe,the knight fights for me
In his arms a woman is reborn
Once I could not see the light
Now my tears are wiped away
Love floated me on her gossamer wings
I touched the sun's each golden ray
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you definately have an ability to compose poetry in an old style, one that is reminescent of a 19th century ode. I'm not sure if that makes sense, but it's a complement believe me! A stunning work!
"Rapture" My dark mind loves that word. I really enjoyed the visuals in this poem. The only thing that was a little out of place for me was in the last stanza, second line.
