The one in love
Feels that he is the king of everything
He possesses the moon and rides
On the wind upon his horse
He becomes as fluid as light
Escaping the view of the eye
And the notes on his diaries
Become fields of roses and daisies
When he loves
Fountains spurt from his ten fingers
Waterfalls pour from his mouth
And butterflies come out
From his tongue
When he loves
He runs out of time
All the waves lick his feet
All the leaves sing
All the clouds smile at him
The sun caresses his hair
The earth spins only for him
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