...everything is just as it was and always will be.
She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;
pulling me closer...
...endlessly, into her arms.
Somehow, we always awaken together:
shared, merged .... a fantasy, uninhibited, sipped like a glass of new, red wine.
Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.
Our merging, has emerged, in Love.
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Beautiful poem, W.
Yep, allll about the eyes! =)
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