See my musing for you, my Gold
My heart goes to you my lovely one
I whisper your name to the clouds
From where the nights are born
Your love is like the sweet grape wine
It tastes as much as the kiss you gave
For on your mild acquaintance, we dine
Our tryst- out in the gardens our food- our love
When you look at me, the caves sink
Your smiles are revolvers, they murder my silence
And when it all turns from grin to wink
I can accept how much, we both are linked
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