the
times that you and i embrace
are
memories i can’t erase
all
moments made of purest gold
where
petals of my thoughts unfold
into
a bloom that is consumed
with
thoughts i never would assume
could
yield a field of flowered thoughts
of
fertile kisses that are sought
until
each field the eye can see
is
flowered just with you and me
with
arms like petals that enclose
as
nightfall strikes another pose
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