Drops of your smile shining from a mile
Yesterdays minds kissing with a doubtless face
Eyes mating in shadowy moonlight style
Dusk's heart bouncing to the giggle of fate less space
There in the song line of passions owing to rivers but the Nile
I behold the bosom that caused I skin to race
Eyes poking gentle skies whose cries melt the cold
Cascades of crystal talks like diamond stones out of mouths flashing
Desires growing gray like clouds for centuries old
That forever I gaze upon lips crafting life’s worthwhile King.
Painting the very essence of times pale and thoughts bold
I but sigh in memory of the first drop of sight that robbed i
For many but a few earn the honor that for them one might die.
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