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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I want to swim in the golden rivers of your heavenly haven, wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams. Taste of your warmth courses down ruffles within my ribs, pulsating your name in assonant motions. In your moonlit eyes I’ve found the lost poem, missing from my once hollow heart. You are the metaphorical master, with a plethora of poetic keys, deciphering hieroglyphics syllables, ceaselessly obscuring vehement vanity, endured through violent torrents of torment. In your arms I found a euphonious sanctuary, calming stormy edges from a malignant abyss, there I saw grey on silvery nights, until you breathed poetry into my fingertips. Words began to bloom amongst deep ruby wine dahlias, where seasons never wilt internal imagination. I still remember the night we embraced a new year, as fireworks lit up the highest mountains between us. Revealing incandescent morning stars, with your infectious smile, I knew then, you were the acrylic home I was sketching on sunflower panoramas. In your voice I've already seen spring, sowing seeds of hibiscus promises, hydrating delicate dreams— drifting with withering ferns and flowers, imprinted from roots of fate, ascending mauve memories to cloud nine, where clipped feathers attain nirvana, to love until the sun burns into ashes.
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