When the fields
Have drunk enough rain.
And the flowers
Shake their petals
At emerging sun,
To stand tall again.
You will glide
Like a breeze and run
Through meadows green.
Rippling that floral canvas,
Unseen.
In elegance of lily white
You stand before me
Diamond bright.
No memory so fair
As summer's kiss
On honey hair.
Unspeakable bliss
To touch your lips.
Languishing
In nectar sips.
To kindle
This lost soul.
One afternoon
That stole
A heart song so divine.
Only joy
Could weep such sweet tears.
When I knew
That you
Were mine.
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