Oh fair spirit,
Sweet lover of my soul, Floating there Still gowned in your bridal veils. How bright you shine! How white your ever pure intent! No desire but always still To be mine Who spurned you Year after year For more solid loves. Ashamed, you turn away your face From one so blind As to disdain The very image of devotion. For there was always some other With fairer lies With which to be beguiled - Those whose luster, Though not so bright, Still shone with neon promises Painted on the night. But still you linger, Faithful still. Do not die Before I've broken free From all the things I do not love. Do not die within me Bride of mine! But lend me life Enough to spurn Those fables dark And bind myself To she whose love I always cherished most But feared to find.
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