The Way You Love
I love the way
you swing around the flowers
& into my heart like a lonely firefly
on these gleamy nightly hours.
I love the way
your soft hands enter my trespass
by your sweet caress in a faint sigh
as cold as the dew-drenched grass.
I love the way
you cast that adorned, burning aura
that seems to leave the birds in awe
as they sing a tune to brighten their flora.
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