Sweet as summer’s honey is my lover’s taste.
And from her seasoned veins, I fill
Against the force of my whirling will.
I fear me without her. Life drifts upon waste.
Yet, here in the equivocal, eternal eternity
I scream from the Silence of my solemnity.
Beats once, beats twice, beats thrice…
Value in jeweled sublimity is this love’s price.
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Jeweled Sublimity Is This Love
Sweet as summer’s honey is my lover’s taste.
And from her seasoned veins, I fill
Against the force of my whirling will.
I fear me without her. Life drifts upon waste.
Yet, here in the equivocal, eternal eternity
I scream from the Silence of my solemnity.
Beats once, beats twice, beats thrice…
Value in jeweled sublimity is this love’s price.
The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor 