Little voices, whispers low words from friends or maybe foes.

"Watch out for her she is so cruel, She’ll break your heart, You’ll be a Fool"

Such helpful souls these sweet informants, Their busy minds are never dormant.

Spreading gossip and spreading fiction. The Common Good is their conviction.

For they are judge, barrister and jury, the decisions rendered in such a hurry.

Oh they convict in darkest guise, they never see their victims eyes.

They never see the hurt they make of feel the pain of sad heartbreak.

Slander is a capricious crime, it seems so innocent at the time.

It brings the author such elation to dally with sweet speculation.

What a fragile thing in light, the golden strands of love,

Her face shines pure as porcelain white, while starlight gleams above.

He stands so strong before her, He offers her his hand.

She wraps her fingers about his palm, their future brightly planned.

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What a fragile thing in light, Her eyes shine cobalt blue.

She is captured in his sight, He is captured too.

For golden strands have power, they bind with striking force.

They can fill a lonely soul , and make beauty from remorse.

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What a fragile thing in light, He whispers in her ear.

"You have filled my heart, My Love, come wed with me, My Dear".

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What a fragile thing in light, they kneel before the flame.

The magic swirls around their hearts, as she takes his given name.

Above them stars are bursting, across the crashing night.

Dainty wings on feather fly, they beautify the winter sky.

His power melds with her light grace, the joy she feels adorns her face.

They travel thru both width and narrow, He is the Wind, She is the Sparrow.

He lifts her high, he is her lover, in passions’ aura they gently hover.

He cradles her as gentle treasure, his love exceeds all human measure.

They swiftly fly as does the arrow, He is the Wind, she is the Sparrow.

His tender kiss – a summers breeze, caressing her near crystal seas.

But when she’s gone, he is forlorn, and in his grief a winter storm.