To You
If I a song to you will harp-
Such that you I to muse
That'd be my chant-
So your artery and vein fuse
If a word will call
To which your heart wake
The tongue be drunk till the dusk-
To see in your pupil your lush
If be will I
A fountain to descend
I'll mountain you to the summit-
Place, where love is no beginning
Conceives no end
Aims are to the sky
Towering through the lands
But my love a space to be
Endless, you to fill-
Even till your lids grace the bed
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