Treasures of One's Heart
Kicking up my feet, as pushing this pad unto the side while
Gazing beyound tomorrows glass; her window within my mind ?
No need for fantasia nor fantastical dreams; when reality thus awaits
In truth, to claim love's crown; sketching her beauty's place; a mist..
About the pane; fingers tracing, warm thoughts and she afore these eyes.
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