December's Perfect Sweetheart
by Sam Silva

What hearth could help but burn for you?
The wraiths of Winter melt at your spell!,
daughter of every wedded hereafter!,
and flame with your laughter,
through and through
those ageless days
which you give through you art
and into such a fire ablaze
as raises this cold forbidden Hell
into a glowing firmament of stars
that sing with summer
in my heart.

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