My gold and blue
my dance and breath
my heart content.
As dawn does cast its warming flames
my thoughts departs to kiss thy lips,
to land on you and feast your soul.
You are this love, you are this scent
the one I wear and makes me yours.
You are this life, the one we share.
We spelt the word our souls now live.
You are this morn,
my every morn
in us
i am.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
My gold and blue
my dance and breath
my heart content.
As dawn does cast its warming flames
my thoughts departs to kiss thy lips,
to land on you and feast your soul.
You are this love, you are this scent
the one I wear and makes me yours.
You are this life, the one we share.
We spelt the word our souls now live.
You are this morn,
my every morn
in us
i am.
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