Float like you do, soft flower of mine,
fall into these hungry arms
like the colours of the Spring into my mind
My sweet elixir, my breathing poem
…how I gaze, swimming in those eyes of chartreusse
unbeknownst
Sheltered by the shade, let’s carve our names into a tree, entwine
You’re already etched deep into my heart
…soft flower of mine
There’s nothing but warmth and peace inside
so melt like the colours of the Spring
…into my mind
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