One Day
If I could have one day of you,
blue-ribboned with packaged perfection,
my wishful dreams might all come true,
wild geese in faultless formation.
If you confessed you loved me too,
unhesitant, pure in reflection,
my heart would cry a wild tattoo,
a rhythm of awed confirmation.
If I could have one day of bliss,
studded with bright decoration,
no other days could equal this
delirium of being together.
If you bestowed an endless kiss
on my lips with a crazed adoration,
we would, in love paralysis,
freeze in time with each other forever...
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