O my beloved,
Despite the drive of days stopped a little
You're yet the same enchanting atmosphere
The universal flow of yours
Intensely intoxicated eyes,
The open and undone hair,
Fingers fragrant with book-smells,
And the feet full of poetic prints,
I feel the depth of your existence, my love.
O my lover and my beloved,
You are the unity abstractly transparent
Ah, the unending tales,
Unfinishing edge of kisses,
Undying embraces,
and the speechless silence.
You're the warmth of romantic wisdom.
The moment we meet
And the gaze that ties us again
In the stillness of the night,
In the half-lit room,
Phrases emanating from each other's bodies,
And the cores immersed into the passion,
Skin to skin, and the soul to soul
Where all thine and mine spirits speak,
And scream the eternal voices,
It's a heartbeat sketched forever.
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