My Pleasure
Looking down from starry eyes
into a world of floral and roses
the vision I find between the blades
as I walk through miles of Poppies and Orchids
of an extraordinary sight,
not lavished or intense but soft and sweet,
beyond dull and ordinary,
beyond picturesque dreams,
the further my steps travel
the more my vision becomes clear
with the sweet aroma of Petunias and Gladiolas,
that drives my senses near,
my starry eyes becomes captivated
through all that life can give,
nothing gives me the pleasure
of which I seek to find and hold,
from within the innocent flavor of love,
my eyes focus and sharpens
as the pleasure I seek comes near,
from within the collage of visual beauty
everything becomes colorless
when my eyes set upon
the pleasure which I sought...is you.
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