Cut Crystal

Cut crystal chalices
Have less perfect form
Hold no stronger wine
Scatter light less perfectly
Attract mens' eyes less frequently
Than these flawless lips
Wrapped round honeyed tones
Spiced with foreign deserts
Laced with thoughts of home
Forming a quiet pool of hope
From which my heart would drink
But which my mind forfends

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2005