Across the ocean, I sense the mist.
I want to free, I want to be the me, but free.
Forests which whispers tree to tree.
The trees are free, not like me.
Branches of strength reach the heights of the skies.
True to the blue, by the color which a rainbow gathers.
Painted to be the portrait by which Love even loves.
Emotional feelings turn the butterflies inside out in my heart.
I see only you.
I feel the only you.
Inside the love which only you project.
Dreams of the us becomes my screams of lust.
By the lake of Pleasure by which our memories are treasured.
Love springs into the fountain.
The fountain of your kindness.
The fountain of your love.
Pours straight into my heart.
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The Lake of Pleasure found in each of of hearts. Nicely written.