Special Times With You
Only four feet off the ground,
Suspended on netted strings.
They tangled us in a bound
Within our forsaken wings.
Chirping of night time bugs
Sink into our mind, it hugs.
Adorning stars fall in your eyes,
Fulfilling your spirit as it flies.
Fears of frolicking goodbyes,
Leads me in a never-ending trance.
Don’t listen to your mindless lies,
Follow the glory and give it a chance.
Our cruel afflictions raise concerns,
Yet the field of amor seldom dries.
The flower pearl of your life burns.
The power whirl of your strife yearns.
Look at me in the eyes,
This is not a disguise.
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