Your's, a silver nimbus 'round a veil of gold and red damask -
Mine, a claim of sandy ground - a rough hewn wooden stake.
Your's, ivory and onyx inlaid on a bright Arabian flask -
Mine, dull pieces broken off an ordinary mosaic.
I am at once betrayed
by an undeserving heart's relentless surge -
Which steals the words that need be said
when you and I converge.
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