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a few gifts
@uootem
i ask but a few gifts from this life,
something to throw open the windows of my soul
bringing to my breath the freshness of crisp night air
and reflecting the gentle radiance of moonlight
and then they would shine with many starry nights.
in a platinum moonglow that only you could provide
that dances in shadows that time has forgotten
and ends with the reflecting of morning light's promise
so sunrise could inspire me to write with such vividness.
your voice would surpass the melody of a robin's springtime cantata
your kisses would be moistness of a dew covered rose in bloom
your caress provide softness like those pink clouds of dawn
and I would be embraced by the warmth of your smile
that makes the sun so jealous that it would hide in embarrassment
until it retreated in another bright red sunset at dusk.
our ink would flow onto virgin parchment
in the illuminated book of life...
and I would find it hard to turn the page
for fear that another chapter would end.
i ask but a few gifts from this life,
perhaps a bookmark would nice!
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