Night
How endless seems the night sweet hydromel of mine
Morpheus, Erato and all the muses intertwine
A wind of amber and musk from your mouth escapes
Emerge from your nebulous dream my love, my kiss awaits
Copyright © Isabelle Dess | Year Posted 2012
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