-Infatuation-
The cloudy blue skies
And the fields of golden wheat
And the pillow
In which my unspoken words sleep
His love is pure
And his attributes
Create a symphony to my heart
A ballad of truth
In what I see…no one else can
Experience his radiating
Faithfulness and heart
Strong rose petal, soft yet sturdy
Sweet smelling pollen of that precious flower
Air and wind of a lakeside manor
Filling me to the top
Brimming with infatuation
Enticing and unbearably true.
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