buildings of glass
or bridges of steel,
marble images of
man made perfection.
I do not need a metal plaque
on a brick building,
hard and cold,
or a name at the bottom
of gilded frame.
But
my Love,
my own sweet builder of
castles in the sky:
give me a gazebo,
as eternal as our bond,
and string from it lights
as pure as your heart.
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