You Are My Love
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I see you in the petal
Your head bent to the side
Looking in to the depth of my eyes;
I have nourished the grasses
And they have supple bends
When you fall to take you
Softly into their swings;
Even I have hung the pot
Away from the sun lest
It should feast on your
Soft pink frame and drop you
Colour less and charred;
You must fall slowly onto
My palm and sleep peacefully
On the bed of passion and love
To be awaken full and fresh.
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