As the buzz of midnight arrived to grace your cheekbones
And the day smells of honey
As you sweep me off my feet and I fall like crumbling stones
Your eyes make the clouds clumsy
As I mill my soul for you into perfect azure cones
The day perfect in sundry
Makes you look like a blessed sweet angel with water swept tones
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