Whispering Pillow of Softest Air,
Embracing the Garden with Delicate Flair,
Reaching Tenderly to Take my Hand,
Enshrouding the Curves and Temptations
Speaking Quietly to my Attentive ear,
Whispering Mysteries I am
Too Deaf to Hear,
Rose Hued Shade of Morning’s Love,
Tempting Warmth Descend from High Above,
Stand Gracious in Your Shimmering Hour
Like Calliope’s Lyre, a Lyrical Flower,
Blushing and Delicate in Pristine Youth,
Revealing Sparkling, Enigmatic Truth.
Oh! Allow my Gaze to Linger There
Upon You Sweet Mists, To Sigh and Stare!
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