To A Certain Lady
T Tom Billsborough
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Your smile is my subliminal light.
Your voice the chlorophyll,
Instilling growth
Within the garden of my dreams.
What flowers I presume to raise,
I raise for you and you alone.
My neurons sing like happy bees
And may my honeyed tones
Touch you as you touch me.
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