My Love
O thou bud of this flower
that I givith to you
in it's early freshness
which
showeth my passion
I feel for
thou
be it everything you are to me
my sun
my moon
my stars
thou is with me as we circle illuminated universes
O thou bud of this flower
that grows at a quickened rate
and grows
with the beat of my very heart
that thou
blesses when
a kiss is layed upon these lips.
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