TO THE DIADEM OF LOVE
TO THE DIADEM OF LOVE I dream of crowns honed in God's light. In vision I glide to pledge my vows in the grand hall where stately kings rule. Drapes of pink satin robe altar and aisle a holy scent sails as the priest chants and conjures a Count whose gaze fires hearts. He proffers his seal, this... Sign in to see full entry.