English poem
Iv
by Rudolph Valentino (1895–1926)
Just a packet of letters a while ago you were, Now in vaprous symphony of gray I send you back to her, For the spirit of true love that’s penned, Must rise to meet her soul In pearly glory ’round her head. Love’s halo--is its goal.
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To rake over the dead ashes of a burnt out love one must use the pen point of poetry.