Flowers that fill your face shall wear no frown,
Because your beauty has been blessed to be,
The distance between days that dazzles down,
Your heart and harmony of love to me.
Rainbows will rise; rivers will never rest,
Waves of your heart and sound shall seek my soul...
I shall prefer to pretend not a pest,
At pleasures that I please to paint a whole.
Music and melodies and months of May,
Spring showers of your scent I somewhat knew.
Daring to dream of you dazzles the day,
As darkness dawns to light to dress your dew.
Of miracles I manifest and stress,
Answers of love and art as you undress
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