Yearn

I’ll bring you pink roses and some sonnets I wrote
Wrapped in tissue and the scent of spring
Amber trapped moments of borrowed time
Capturing instances of blue-eyed lustre
And the soft swell of pale skinned grace

I’ll bring you coffee and breakfast
To the pillow where your head lies
Kisses and smiles and contentment
All moments of gladness-stretched joy
In morning’s warm sunlit charm

I’ll adorn you with blossoms of daphne
Delight in the curve of your lips and fall of your hair
With words crafted of fervent devotion
Praises sung in whispers to your ear
To your silken smile and gentle breath

I’ll bring you the spirits of enchantment
In cupped hands encased in oriole song
Fresh-cut grass and sun-dappled shadow
Ovation to your unparalleled charm
Cast in glamour and beauty and vision

I’ll bring you pink roses and some sonnets I wrote
To the pillow where your head lies
With words crafted of fervent devotion
Ovation to your unparalleled charm
Immortal allegiance to passionate eternity

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