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Into the wonderment of your autumnal mind. Where the skin of your grief sheds its leaves. Is the song of your sea bound into colourful light? The Shepherd breaches the flock of your dreams, And the pastures breathe a sigh of relief, As your tears of morning dew Glisten the parched landscape. Does your bouquet of ***** Lay wistfully in the wilderness? The skies of blue that reside in your eyes Serenades the coming of the tide, Harvesting the fruit of our labour of love. Is this a wind of smile that turns into a voyage of valiancy? A flock of thoughts liberated with a cry of exclamation As your fears of autumn blue Are exiled into the rapacious wind.
Lie within chaos, and create comfort In visions of endless love. Riding slowly on the crest of a morning fling, and flutter, The body stutters Like a street dancer. Shine in different directions And end the yearning For a love of creativity By stripping off And darting Into a sea of uncertainty, with a sense of Unimaginable **** for what keeps you Ticking like a sturdy clock. Find the rhymes that combine With what lies inside the mind, To stumble upon the future pleasure, That you unearth with delight, As you wonder. Inspiration is born out of desire. Fuel to fire the birth of creation. The mind quakes for a taste Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness.
I do solemnly swear, That forever more, I shall live in a world Free as one together. A world that consists of Pure pleasure, And unequivocal harmony. That will last forever, In a month of Sundays. And so from this day forth, I shall exude the richness Of the heavens, In ways that are applicable to life In the most profound way imaginable. Which will inevitably, Echo forever more In the laughing sounds Of matrimony. Blessed my velvet tongue For I speak the weight of gold, And sing like an angel, Whispering enchanting dreams, And dancing on clouds.
The pulsating, pearl moon Harbours the last remnants of romance, Scintillating, in the valourous sky, As I surrender to call upon her spirit To bring her back to me. I longingly *****, craving the vivacity of her caress. Irresistible, I would yield to the perpetual Power of her touch. Immersed in the shadowy depths, Rippling serenities of thought. I glimpse at her reflective soul, Shimmering upon the ravenous river, Emanating from the stars In all their graceful radiance. Her heart illuminates The benevolent evening. The breath of inevitability Stings my skin, as I dress, Firing my arrows of impatience Disconsolately, into the shivering azure, Hoping for a way To ******* her very being.