Thine Handsome Face
Before i knew thine handsome face
Ignorant i'd been in the dark
Trembling finger tips caressed my weary brow
Leaving a golden embellished mark
For then what 'tis it- The firmament has?
That cannot be found within your Soul?
Into the Light of your pure handsomeness i am
And out i am from this abyss-like hole!
poem by Theodora Onken
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