Genre: Rhyme, Relationship
Have thy lips forgotten their journey home?
Their expedition makes the arbor blush;
A tread uncertain, for the lone to roam,
And one too heady for the learn’d to rush.
They do stray from reason, with passion straight;
Though ne’er removed from the artisan’s fear;
But mark their path with Aphrodite’s gait;
A perilous voyage for lovers’ near.
Must they insist traversing the unknown?
Might they pause, and harbor heaven divine?
I shall stop thy pilgrimage with mine own;
Two weary travelers that long for rest,
Open thy crimson gates, and welcome them;
No sweeter neighbor has e’re been thy guest.
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