I wish I could say about you the words that have never been written,
paint syllables with gold,
spread your loveliness morning a veil
that wipes away my life agony welded with flame
I love you
when I do, the stars mouth smiles and glitters
and when craving whispers
time halts to hear
your eyes are like my people's
tenderhearted like a syllable tune
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