She knows not what she is holding
An infancy of love he is hoping
I can see his galaxy growing
While her orbit is slowing
Crown jewels are in his eyes, blue as skies
His hands belong with truth, never lies
His hair is a field of dreams
On which sunlight beams
She knows not what she scolds
He passes hope out like marigolds
And like the sun he is a centerfold
And worth more than all the gold
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 
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