My Love, Your Name
Your skin glows like the sweet orange, blossom flower as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises like a tingling bell and leaps like a cheetah at the whisper of your name.
The evening ascends in on a great eagle wing.
I am calmed by the coolish coat that I carry into the twilight of a sunbeam that I hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of fear that you hold near.
As my foot slip from my shoe, it reminds me of a Song sung from my lips.
In the hushed, I listen for the last sound of the spring.
My heated fingers reach to my head, I wait in the crystal moonlight for the secret tone so that we may believe as one, finger to finger, in search of the glorious blue and spiritual dreams of love.
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