For All Your Tears
Your desire intertwined with
the golden rays of the Sun,
and wrapped in the mornings,
gently touching my cheeks,
with your lips.
Your lips,
my sweet petal,
soft, warm, and tender,
open up quietly, your soul.
I confess my dream.
Your soul is angelic,
my angel,
embraced me,
and took me
to a faraway dreamland.
in the new reborn dawn
where I am your king.
Only your king.
I like the way you pinch my cheek,
Love your dreams,
These dawn which is my Queen,
my princess,
my all.
I love you,
Wishing you all the best
With this poem,
Your little bunny.
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