Uncommon
To wallow upon the cool grass under the Willows shade
As puffs of cloud entertain my soul with illusions parade
I’ll give thee thought of love as if it were a swan upon a lake
In jest I considered living forever this notion I take
To be loyal to the mirrored image of myself in dreams fable
Lasting the night would be the wish of lovers, if able
We should hold each other tight in bead of sweat and smile
Waiting dawn in satisfaction hoping our time would take awhile
Yet tomorrow comes as we would so dread
To wonder if it was not a cloud we imagined, in our head…
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