Love is sometimes made of pure gold
while flowers bend their heads
to the sun.
Sweet of you, moonlight in silvered
gown.Sweet of you while your lips kiss
mine.
Blushed is my heart and silvered my
face while my eyes
discover your golden, rounded face.
King of the sky, owner of my soul,
My destiny is yours, I am your eternal
slave.
Lady of my fire,I adore your kindness
your mistery and your
enchanting light.
Let me try to find you
among the clouds of your absence.
Let me desire your melancholy
while my energy
finds
fire and gold
on your
moonlike lake.
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