(morning
found us calmly unaware –jim morrison)
the
seagulls soar in sunny skies
green
apple seas reflects your eyes
your
hand in mine we draw a line
until
the angels of divine
can
shirk responsibilities
our
love is pure and god is pleased
and
so i lyric to the beat
of
waves crashing beneath the heat
that
in the grapes of supple vines
could
not produce a wine so fine
intoxicating
as your lips
that
even from a single sip
the
blood will warm, the mind massaged
the
heart produces a collage
pictures
of you, a masterpiece
your
laughter bringing an increase
to
a smile where nothing’s lacking
the
cliffs confused begin cracking
thinking
his new earth has begun
when
you frolic with the sun
the
end will come but hasn’t yet
but
in this moment you can bet
i
do not mean to blasphemy
but
you are all i’ll ever need
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