There is something
at the end of me
Each day of my life
that is eternal
that you fill
until I overflow
There is no answer for me
No questions either
Beneath the sound of water and emeralds
you wear crowns of imperial stones
In the endless possibilities of your eyes
forget not, my love, the mysteries that we kept for ourselves
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