Sashshulia, you are my morning star
my burning torch alight afar
You are my breathe, as when sprinting,
Comming, going, always hinting
of more love and beauty yet uncovered
as porcelain and glass within a cupboard
you open to me your pantry door
and my jaw nearly hits the floor!
And your eye! my God!your beautiful eyes!
emotive and loving, my how time flies
as i stare into them, a year could pass
and not a blinking second could last
as long, when our gazes are averted at last
again another year will seem to pass
in just the moments taking up a bit
of time our thumbs to lighters lit
a flare of orange in the evening hue
alights your face as smokey flue
wafts away and deep inhale
your eyes return to mine and HAil!
our gaze again commences eye to eye
while lighting smoke a year went by!
And in this way i always miss you
for eye to eye is when i'm with you.
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