A lovers song


I will hype you everyday
Twist your curly hair,
Sing quietly even when you sleep
Write my poetry with my fingers
On your bare naked back
I will tell you my imaginations, my tales

And when we elope…
It shall be to the countryside
Far away from any town or village
Far away from peoples stress
We shall live with the wild
The flowers and life around
When the night falls,
We shall sit together
To watch the moon
Sing with the night
Our own lullaby and tale


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