Oh my Lover!
Life is beauty
Time is kind
I your fullness
You my shine:
Angelic missives
From my musings
Entourage
Of fluted wooing.
The world is ripe
Overripe with good
This man without handle
Bleeds the sun of his mood
Shed the tension of your breast
The anxious claw of love's duress
Open full your lungs in harmony
Surrender blessed your inmost heart to me.
I, Line, fine, sign of wonder
You circle, Lover, I'm towards your center.
And the flute plays on:
Open up your eyes!
Open up your mind!
Open up your heart, to me!
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Perfection
Is
Easy
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