Until morning calls

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Your eyelids close when you're wrapped around me What are they painting behind the canvas? That mine see; A portrait of a tortured soul released by you affectionately? I'd draw myself in, but the imagery doesn't fit; no tailor in me, can I dress you in poetry? Tepid water, you're an ocean complete, filled with steeped chamomile You set the bar a line above my step below; I am calmed by whom you reveal A morning dove of pain relief! Destroyer, of all my disbelief! When you sigh, it's the sound a lilac petal makes as it falls Come here, you; while I enjoy the scent until morning calls

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Paige Hind

Date: 7/25/2024 9:37:00 AM

This is so romantic, that I had tears, A.S.! A beautiful, beautiful piece of poetry- <3 Of course, a fav

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 7/25/2024 12:26:00 PM

:) There really is no higher compliment that someone can give. Like telling another, that they have evoked emotions. Thank you very much Paige! Honored by you A.S.