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Beyond Fluorescent Skies
When toiling under stark fluorescent skies,
My labour never changing, never ending,
I picture lunar smiles and sunlit eyes
And yearn for you with fervour unabating.
I should obscure my meaning for art’s sake,
And bury feelings ‘neath sweet metaphors,
Yet poetry for love I will forsake
And say you are the heart my heart adores.
And here the volta begs a change of tune,
Yet ceaseless is my simple melody:
My dearest love, ‘neath sun or waning moon,
My heart will never cease its song for thee.
It matters not if art for love we trade
For in our love no art is better made.
My labour never changing, never ending,
I picture lunar smiles and sunlit eyes
And yearn for you with fervour unabating.
I should obscure my meaning for art’s sake,
And bury feelings ‘neath sweet metaphors,
Yet poetry for love I will forsake
And say you are the heart my heart adores.
And here the volta begs a change of tune,
Yet ceaseless is my simple melody:
My dearest love, ‘neath sun or waning moon,
My heart will never cease its song for thee.
It matters not if art for love we trade
For in our love no art is better made.
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