Flashing with frost and fire
The sky's undying diadems
Shall be my love's attire.
Emeralds, that into rubies melt
Upon the brow of night,
I've taken from Orion's belt
To make her girdle bright.
(JEWELS. A YOUNG MAN TO A MERCHANT by Herbert Asquith)
Look at these beauties . . .a new vendor for August! You'll want to snap up every one of her treasures to make your girdle bright (OK LOL, I have no idea how many I would have to buy to cover my girdle let alone make it bright! . . . )
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