Boundaries
If there are boundaries in my loving you that must be set,
I'll put them in that place where sky and ocean blue are met.
If those honeyed words of you that from my tongue do spill,
I"ll put them in a box of treasures and take them out at will.
In dreams there are no boundaries and I may touch your hand,
And hold it tight throughout the night until the day commands.
When comes the final boundary before that shadow place,
The image that I"ll take with me is of your smiling face.
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