Illustrious shade and I am bent, in the circumvent of the opposition I feel to the natural forces of which it is to lay by your side,
Entwined in your house,
I am basking in the sun, even as we lay in the shadows,
Your aura caresses like a breeze carried by a sea of roses,
Detailed with only kindness and generosity,
My senses uplifted,
When I look to your eyes, I was standing at the peak,
No signature foretaled, no signature for the meek,
Blessed be that I am when I see,
I stood at the peak,
Surrounded by a canopy of roses overhang,
You left them for me but plucked them from the street,
You said come lower,
I took the step off the high horse, to stoop down for you,
You asked come lower,
I went to the cliff,
You requested come lower,
I saw the gales,
Even lower,
I watched the waves,
Almost there,
I jumped.
Just to fall in the grace of your gaze,
To be in your sight.
Suggestions foretale for whatever it is in the enigma of energy that occurs between you and I when we lay.
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