Your spirit... a season that
blossomed in my heart.
My heart remembers...
Eyes that invite...
Lips that hold,
Hips that challenge.
Lips that invite...
Hips that hold,
Eyes that challenge.
Hips that invite...
Eyes that hold,
Lips that challenge.
Parting is a dark time, but we plant
new seeds in our cold, distant hearts,
and wait for the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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