Through opiate eyes
I see his gentle face gleam
To unleash my sighs
Appearing as a lavender dream
As purple hue unfolds
Their scent sedating the breeze
An immaculate angel floats
Through my heart‘s gate
And I know he is there to stay
So the past has no state
When the future finds the way
With him I see no fancy hats
No glittering crowns or robes
No lamps or flying carpets
No time for love songs
But I am reassured of a solid love
Strong as a hovering eagle
Free as a gliding white dove
Definitely true and legal
Certainly bold and comprehensible
Blended with the purest royal art
A love so mature and dependable
Flowing from a burning liquid heart
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