Her veil blows across my face
As we cling together in the porch.
Propped on the mantlepiece,
The photograph distils our ecstasy.
Each night we touch
The heart-shaped frame of our reliquary
And sigh for love.

Each morning we are young again-
Our cheeks brushed pink,
The highlights in our hair.
Our guests will be arriving soon.
We wait contentedly beyond the glass
For them to find us here,
Our smiles wrapped in lace.

Hugo Williams


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Ophelia by Edward Robert Hughes

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