can love nestle in those eyes

a jack-pot after barren years

or is she too good to be true

the focus of my usual fears?

steeping-stones above water

bulb straining at level loam

sun-rise parting mountains

iron boss on shield of Rome

a look is better than nothing

potent a moment's glance

river hot with fragile elvers

cold steel of knightly lance

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