My Love

Your skin glows like the , blossoms as the vrienden in the purest hope of spring.

My heart follows your voice and leaps like a at the whisper of your name.

The evening floats in on a great wing.

I am comforted by your that I carry into the twilight of beams and hold next to my .

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of .

As my falls from my , it reminds me of your .

In the quiet, I listen for the last of the day.

My heated leaps to my .

I wait in the moonlight for your secret so that we may as one, to , in search of the magnificient and mystical of love.

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