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Beloved
In your eyes deep inside
it's hard to fathom the depth
like guessing the height
from its surface of Loch Ness.
Your thin lips whisper.
The tulip petals
dangle with joy in a spring.
Your bosoms breathe
tender and pink
as a pigeon’s belly, in warmth
swells and sinks.
I plan to scoop a hole
in your heart
You bleed love or blood
That I want to perceive.
I envy the guy walking
with you in a misty rain
and I wish lightning strikes
on his face, on a sudden.
You stretch your cold wet hands
in desperation and fear towards me
I grab those tight and won’t release
I could only imagine.
Even the event chances for a second
I would be the happiest man
anybody would have ever seen.
