And when you come to my dreams
I don't like to wake up and stare
At the sky shining like a sheet of gold
In the cool and silent morning hour
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Love is like the scent of the poppy, with the inebriation of opium. Great poem
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A lovely well expressed poem of love. Beautifully crafted.