The sun and the moon
And the stars and the sky
The laughter that bursts
In the birds that chirp before flying
The water that brings
A saviour to life
After looking down
At the flowers now blooming
The essence, the ingress
Seeps through the room’s open window
The day sees the sun
Shining brightly above
Touch your palm with my hand
Soft and supple – divine
Bringing a peaceful transition
To the wings of the dove
Look right in your eyes
And your eyes right in mine
And if one feels
The sun’s less than strong
We will wait with a patience
For summer to build
And when it doth come
And is felt overhead
It becomes like a pedestal
Finally led
To a quintessential
Parenthetical being
You are my sun and my moon
You, my dear, are my sky
Come, touch my heart
I know it is beating –
For you –
My sweet, my love –
Howsomever so fleeting.
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