His influence touching my spirit
As I witness my own existence
His eyes, its magic stare
Left footprints in my soul
That I wanted to share
His thoughts, of my aura
Enfolded him as he dreamt of me
Of my flower and its scent
The fruits of his labor of his everything
Sweet and deliciously, he sang
Buoyant with closed eyes,
Passionate dreams continued
Its warmth and harmony lengthen
As surreal whispers, judged me the same
For I dreamt of him also, and called out his name
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