I feel you here, in me;
you, in my dreams, in my things.
Your eyes make me sweet,
make me honey
and swiftly you feel me, with you;
as water and lilies,
as harvest and flowers.
The morning intoxicate us
in exciting dreams
of heat and deep love,
they make me fly
and take me from here to you.
There is no exhaustion,...
pain is unimaginable...
and the only thing I can
think of, between you and
me is understanding.
But humans as we are,
we are taken by the morning scent
that consummates us
in ecstasy of light and love.
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