My Love, Her
Your skin glows like the Apple, blossoms Perfect as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Piano voice and leaps like a Pony at the whisper of your name, Her.
The evening ascends in on a great Dove wing.
I am calmed by your Dress that I carry into the twilight of Lipbeams and hold next to my Eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears.
As my Heart falls from my chest, it reminds me of your hugs.
In the hushed, I listen for the last Laugh of the spring.
My heated Hands leaps to my Hat. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret kiss so that we may dance as one, Hands to Hands, in search of the glorious Violet and spiritual Love of love.
My love, Her.
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