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HER MAJESTY

HER MAJESTY

I ventured out beneath the pale
Oceanic sky in the summery heat;
My thoughts were of my lover, soft, discreet,
When I found her dreaming on a rosy dale.

Her eyes were dark and of ancient folk lore;
They shimmered like diamonds in the gilded lights,
And beamed like streams from angelic nights,
From that lovely Carolingian gaze she bore.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ

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Sounds like a rhyme of the olden poets.I have 2 suggestion : line 3 , omit were. Line 5 try "her eyes were the dark of ancient folk lore." Just a couple of ideas you might consider

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