You're above ice and I'm under
Spring is so powerful
That we melt each other
My perfume, my make-up and my delicacy
Are all destroyed
Wind is unfastening the last button
Wooden double bed
You're on the left and I the right
When night comes, the sea starts to surge
With tide in and out
And the moon hangs high in the vast spring
With hills and rills thousand miles' away
Fabricating a shoulder
To weep on. Fabricating a hug
To warm up
Fabricating a YOU
Who walk through the texture of words
Until heaven and earth get old
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A beautiful love poem written with clarity of thought and mind. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.