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Collection of Our Wondrous Tale
Collection of writings of our never ending tale
I dispatch the healing sprites
Comforting spoons that heal deep wounds
Music from my soul to hug your holes
We share visions that are weaved
In the rainbows of our essence
My mind is shuffled like a deck of adored cards
The Queen of Hearts is misplaced
An empty space in my soul
Purple rain pelts my fading face
I listen to the October wind
For her careful whispers
I will run after you until my words are faded from the sun
I will surf on my tears until I make it to my dear love
My whispers are being carried on the jet stream
My letters are in orbit, waiting for your satellite to capture them
So that you may hold my feelings in your heart
Taste my emotions and let them stick to your bones
My message will be etched in marvelous moonbeams
When she misses sleep, she sends him messages
The sunlight stalks me
These tired eyes have been searching for her scattered scent
A hundred and eighty days, I’ve been lost in her mysterious maze
I feel her masterful musings
Echos of emotions that shimmer in the shadows
Woe to you, oh sea and sky
For the Angels bare gifts of intimacy
Because they know the time is short
Let her who hath understanding reckon these messages of harmony
For we are two spirits, for we are one soul
Feel my breath and embrace my ardency
Travel to our intersection of synchronicity
Our rapture of paradise awaits
My songs, are your songs traced in our veins
Lyrical rhythms circulating
In pulses of passionate adventures
Our record plays as we wriggle and revolve
In the valley of velvet grooves
The thunderous affection of Calliope envelops us
I shall document a handwritten scripture
In addition to
Ten thousand priceless pictures
Pasted on the trees that grow in our forest
The cycle of life, our ebb and flow
Catch these heartfelt whispers
That I constantly convey to the Stellar Jays
I bite these dry lips to feel you
I lick my teeth of compassionate hunger
Sharp tips pierce my vulnerability
Arms stretched out to the heavens
Crying out our respective designations
I am stranded here without destination
Consign your coordinates
On the wings of a dragonfly
Your poems pleasure my heart
My heart feels your agonizing displacement
I exhale strings of stellar stars towards you
Let them sprinkle their sacred stardust
In your aching eyes
Taste these elements that make you whole
Stand proudly in your adorable fulfillment
Your heart beats can be felt in your words of ceremony
For my poem is a never ending string of stars
That have no beginning, or a fateful ending
Our planets dance in harmony, smoothly, elliptically
Our intersection of thoughts are indeed a miracle of infinite reflections
These patterns of promise are humble and honest
I feast on your decedent vapor trails
As we dine at the chalet of the cosmos
Hold away despair
I consume your words, as they make me abundantly fluid in ethos. Tangible emotions, I serve to you on a holy platter. I shall print out this letter out and paste it on the wall. Next to the lyrics of our symphony.
I am struggling to walk without collapsing. I cannot work, I barely consume food. For she is my thoughts. She is in these words. She is being descriptive through me. Confusion and sadness are clouds that follow me now. Without you here, I am lost. Wandering the cosmos to find you. Help me please, before this madness becomes a permanent fixture that hangs in my head. My helpless heart is there, beating in your delicate hands. Deliver my heart, as I am floating on your heart, here on the sea. As the mermaids keep watching over me. I kiss this dragonfly, and whisk her off to you. My love for you is eternal, as this flame flickers and moans.
I sing these Violet songs, in the song contains a missing flower that has been displaced. Now a misplaced face, for I only have photos, and memories. Hoping to one day water her in my garden once more. Halloween is her day, as she dresses as an enchanted witch. I shall carve a pumpkin with the letters of her name. At night, a flame will adoringly dance as the evening winds swirl in the pumpkin. The ocean breeze moves the blessed paper that I write on.
Full disclosure as I gain composure
For I am imprisoned too
The bars of this cursed cell are made of silence distance
Her tender voice would unequivocally set me free
Her enchanted eyes would merrily melt me
Her elegant kiss upon my lips would set my heart and soul ablaze
With intensity more powerful than a quasar streaking across the Universe
Her heart will identically experience this same exact sensation
I sense your distracting direction
Sections of crumbling pavement dissipate
Bask in caverns of creations
Your compass bursts through your third eye
Fly alongside me, soar over the coastline
Break these distances of chains that bite deep
As I reach out to catch your faded heart
I wear your painted pants stuffed with orchids
A November rendezvous flourishes in the sunlight
I capture echos of soft whispers on my tongue
I traverse tantalizing streams that lead us to Amphitrite
I’m climbing up to you, twisting in the treetops
This mission has embarked like maroon leaves blowing in the park
Taste these lustful locutions, feast on the fires of our desire
Enhance our equilibrium as I place my trembling hands upon your heart made of lilacs
As we transmit vehemence and encompass vitality
You are the content of my foundations
Empathetic walls erect our palace of literature
We reside on opposite ends
Carefully crawling on rose pedals through the halls to convergence
Warm pools of passionate subdivisions strengthen destiny
She has tangibly enhanced our vocabulary through enchanting moonbeams
Our words are beautifully tangled, like vines of union
Sensitive tears documenting momentous years, sharing accomplishments
Our beloved book is open on page one thousand one hundred and eleven
As anxious neighbors follow our contiguous chronicle
You are shades violet, as I am shades of iris
Blended together in a flourishing garden
I pray for the holy rain that feeds us
You are the dainty hand that scribes this
You have my mellow fingers that caress adored books
Our pages smell like the misty ocean, fluffy air
I taste your tenderness, as it circulates through me
As I will wash your feet, brushing the coarse sand away
I sail to you, with a bundle of precious letters
Handwritten in the beauty of your name
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
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