lotus.

In the optimistic, October morning breeze

He captures precious particles of her jasmine scent

He is in pursuit of her vibrant, vivid view

He values her beautiful venues of poetry

Memories of being enveloped in her alluring, delicate lips

As he sips this terrific tonic, that is morning coffee

He twirls in her songs of touching and tasteful tones

As her songs play, adorable affection is on display

He writes her sensual songs, all day long

At night, in his reoccurring dreams

He composes spectacular symphonies for her spirit

May this orchestra of orchids overflow

In your healing, humble heart

Our songs are layered with several love languages

These significant songs brilliantly blend, and record on the rings of Saturn

As we delightfully dance in the valiant hues of Venus

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery