Speak to me,
And the oceans will cease to
Wax and wane, the
Wind will settle to a whisper
Glance at me with a smile, and
You'll fill every compartment of my heart
With song, plunge me
Into a spring of melody
There's no way to climb,
to see the pinnacle,
No way to traverse in full
the ivy gardens of your eyes
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
Speak to me,
And the oceans will cease to
Wax and wane, the
Wind will settle to a whisper
Glance at me with a smile, and
You'll fill every compartment of my heart
With song, plunge me
Into a spring of melody
There's no way to climb,
to see the pinnacle,
No way to traverse in full
the ivy gardens of your eyes
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