Her
I'm done being stuck in intermissions of love
Seeing doves fly...so high above blue skies
Wandering around lovers lane alone
Jumping at the sound conversing her vocal tones
Maybe today will become different full blown
Sadly strolling below my own heart
Mourning and burning for her touch
Short circuiting the fundamentals in sentimental growth
Just another way to speak peaks of sexual growth below
Although its not all I bestow, romanticism explains my flow
Candle lights overtaking a field of moonlit flowers...
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