
sculpted longing for the cold of the night
said the words I want to string
moved heart pour inspiration
on a sheet of white heart paper
just as the wind blows away
hit the face to develop the hue of passion
heart that has been badly injured
treated because your presence is too
full moon of conscience
illuminating a long gloomy soul
a sprinkling of stars decorate my happy sky
color my night which is no longer lonely
I hold your fingers in my mind
flowing the warmth of our love
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