like the double diamond
i bought for your pendant
i thought the double stars too i own
i mean you, my soul, and your son
my mind, hence, endlessly craved
to light my grotto, my simple life
with your bright light, the laughter
you brought, and your son later
but the lustre in the light
inside the cave of my temple
where brighter memory is venerated
as the creator of poetry is now faded
© henry victor 07.07.2015
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