i delicately bask
in your blossoming beauty
i encounter night
after endless night

which is the way
i would prefer it to be

as your radicance
breaks on the flight
of the jeweled
horizon

i cautiously lounge
on your petals of perfected
passion
that dances in breezes
of meticulous memories that
gently
spread out like an old
flannel blanket across the
green bladed choir
singing songs
only heard
by the
heart

i easily become
intoxicated by the apple-
cinnamon scent
of your hair waving in the
stilled wind

i lovingly swim in
your silkocean eyes flowing
through my heartsoul

ironically enough
my feelings become stronger
for the silent
compassion you share with me
in million miles
away daydreams and still not
erode the determination
to eventually be
with you

not having a worry
to care about

knowing your
safe here
by my
side
under
one of my
protective wings

"she keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
she wears a cross around her neck
the hair is from a little boy
and the cross is someone she
has not met
not yet"

don't you think
it's time i
knew your
name??

or shall i just call you
Angel Eyes???





"the quote is from *she talks to angels* by the Black Crowes"

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