with your hair
the crisp delirium
of sunrise
would join me
on a morning
constitutional around
my heart,
so,
with your hand in mine
and your lips
as enchanting as
eastern sandalwood
I could show you
past the angst
of my soul,
past the barriers of
my resolve
and show you the special place
that you fill
within the caverns
of my heart.
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