Venus
Venus must impart her light
Lead him to this quiet place
Where my glimmer in the night
Brought his eyes upon my face
She will lead him through the night
To my gardens darkest hour
Where she knows that He will go
Til he finds me in a flower
She illuminates at will
And he follows further still
Then he holds me gently there
In her rare and precious air.
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