having me lost in your warmth … making me insane
You be the softness of soften winds - moist splash of cold rain -
A remedy for heart that keeps me... my spirit quite sane
An empty slate the sky is so I stain linen clouds with your name
Don’t let time walk on by our feet, let us chase our love till it brings pain
I taste furrowed edges of your puckered lips, you savor me near dark well
Let our breaths' meet the destiny of love… who knows, if morrow, we dwell.
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