Edinburgh

Edinburgh

Under the foot the floor of
Stone is hard, is worn,
Is under the chair of wood,
That's bent and turned with
Age as light from the candle
Burning warm does shine
On the clock that ticks
Without stop as hearts beat
On and on in the warmth
That glows from thoughts that
Flow beneath the beams that
Hang o'er head the memory
Of two bodies teamed and rich
With life like red the wine
That flows through hearts
That will entwine forever,
Held in a glass of crystal,
Cut with care, without regret,
And always there
As once again
The chimes of bells
Will mark the night
And yearn to tell
A tale of truth 
Without conceit
Of love for life
And lives complete.  

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