In devotion to my dear sweet blossom,
Sweetest in every single hour.
In my spirits tide, among the flotsam
On your knees I will beg to devour.
In delicate shades of torquise and blue
From the coiling waters of deep madness
Graceful trinkets of hardened hearts so few:
Lay at your feet my innermost sadness.
Even though these burdens aren't yours to bear
You gather them up piece by piece by piece,
Lifting up each one with a lovers care
Kissing them and weaving them in your hair.
Taken by the wind to gently waft,
Gliding and sliding through your love so soft.
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