Ardor

4.1.18 – 22:17

You are now in deep slumber
yet I lie in my bed
with an ocean of thoughts
of few things I want said.
If your eyes could paint pictures,
they’d make fields yellow and blue,
and a green pasture glistening
in a most heavenly hue.
Darling, nothing I want more,
than to dance in them with you;
laugh eternally and rest,
on the mountains of your chest.

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