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Me
I wasn't quite sure
because of my silly insecurities
but you assured my doubts
I...
I....was
In love with your whimsical words and
passionate affirmations........you
Made me a foreigner to the "real world"
you...
you..
You blessed
and caressed
my mind
into a sweet melodic freedom
of birds whispers and
butterfly symphonies
gravity had no hold on me
weightless the wind carried
my idle thoughts
and made nothing of
my worries and concerns
You made me Queen
of your castle in the clouds
fed me ambrosia and nectar
we sat nourished and full on the seams of the sky
and watched the sun descend to its slumber
letting the moon take its place in glory
DEEP
our conversations resembled the expanse of the heavens
our movements in line with the constellations
How can words afford such a description...?
We..
We...
WE exist
beyond the rainbows end
beyond reality
beyond comprehension
a truth that can only
be defined...in
our....minds
our...escape
our....world....
Such freedom is bliss..
