By Paweł Markiewicz

The enchanted moon is solely for you.

You are doing the sempiternity herein on earth.

You guardian angel conjure dreams of me.

So marvelously-propitiously your heavenly mirror shines.

The courtly love to the angellet are sorceries.

In your vans reveries live.

I like you, the angel, drunken with a magnificence of dew,

as well as the wizardry of a bewitched time.

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