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With each new breath so close you seem,
My love, my master, guide you seem,
But I do find myself at home,
Each time I open my eyes.
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I drink your fluids, your air I breathe,
Your shining snow does melt my heat,
The sun, that god, does try his whole,
And yet you break not vows of snow.
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The small, the green, such hills I see,
They are your shadows unto knee,
Your sharp edges shuts all cuts,
Your crown does humbly, shift its shape.
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As rough as my thoughts and style,
Unguessable as life’s files,
Pristine such as my virgin wishes,
You and me, were meant to be.
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Such strong emotions, pen does choke,
With you in mind, all language’s joke,
If I would die before I see you,
Soon after death I’ll open my eyes!
