In your absence, happiness echoes in my ear,
sailing through the foam of last night's tremulous storm.
A mad disarray of burgundy silk reveals
a flower admired, plucked, and passionately warm.
You entered the sea, that soft, luscious decadence;
but it was I who felt I could walk on water.
Your nomadic kisses were a whirlwind of bliss
and I was born anew like Poseidon's daughter.
A white light spread between us and burst into stars.
We created a universe outside of time.
There are no boundaries when it comes to passion,
no dimensions and no dreams that we cannot climb.
I love you, whether you are near or far away;
but it's in your absence that I love you the most.
My wild, dearest love, you overwhelm my senses;
And it's in your absence that I love you the most.
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