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You
are the dream in my poor mind each night
When I retire my heart-heavy head;
I toss and turn as these new thoughts take
flight
Beyond the realm of this hard, lonely bed.
The lamp of this love is lit with your lips,
It glows with the gloss of your unknown kiss;
I reach through the dark with fool fingertips,
Feeling the shine of my passion's blind bliss.
How do I bottle the essence of you?
To wear in the day of this night's retreat,
And summon the promise of morning's dew,
Like perfume decanted from body heat.
I bathe in your beauty in moonlit tide,
Then sleep with you, daily, eyes opened wide.
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