Il Fiore Della Bruma P3
Eyes are a beauty like no other,
Where your deepest sense shines like lustrous glass;
The perfect crystal structure,
A divine un-shattered over easeful stars.
Today I looked upon the light.
Today I woke from a heavy slumber
With memory much the same as dreams,
Blinds had been lifted,
And I draw my stillness
Towards the feathered window release.
I pour each breath to this outside air;
The calmly gaze of the soulful sky
May catch them, with wings extended backwards,
Embracing the pure and loyal tide.
The gentle hope of a heart.
Oh, draw in these breaths,
A delicate mixture of a transcendent draught,
Imbued with the devoted kiss of the echoing lake:
Cooled and tranquil to delve.
And lunar rush, tender compassion;
Both wild and soothing,
As the forever bond of eternal arms.
This draught I mix, uncork and bubble
Lulled and sweet, foamed over-flowing,
Gently poured, in reflection of sunburnt oak
And drunk in loyal acceptance.
May my hands never depart
From the shores of your warmth
And with sight fixed to a beauty like no other,
And with a flame in heart:
Today I looked upon the light of words
I love you… Hope you don’t read that and feel awkward…
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