It’s because you stumbled again
Down to her hidden chamber
Down the winding stairs
To her underground slumber
Behind the diaphanous veil
Which a hand not yours draws back
Like a drape from a painting
You don’t believe you’re seeing
Reality seems so painted
With the colors of beauty
You don’t know
If you want to touch her
Smooth back her hair
Or kneel in prayer
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