as maiden mist dispells our visage
thunder turns to wandering smiles
as we kiss under a twinkling cool mirage
making wonderful chatting plans
with colorful nymphs that make the stars
sparks of flavor move back and forth
come my love, lets enchant our scars
as we recede into blurry fantasy
twisting as we drift
incinerate all threads of hate
my only heart is your gift.
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