by D.

Embrace thy soul with the summer air
Narrate thy love for the Lady’s fair
Joys of kissing her green silky hair
overcomes time as an eternal affair
Yes, thou shall forget not her enchanted flair

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Trees are her gardens in the Northern forest
Hides mythical creatures unlike the rest
Every breath inhale thee becomes romance of arrest

Panic thou shall not, for her nature of subtlety
Open the eyes to her magical beauty
Everything comes to thy senses flood with curiosity
May such tales intrigue thee to infinity

The exotic flower with a delicate night-bloomed dress
Humming its fragrant voice to impress
Its stage resides at the Hill of Cypress
Shimmering with the moonlight like an empress

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If this love was not love
Sea was not the sea, for every drop of moist bubbles into the distant sky
Mountains were not mountains, for they shall grow feathers as wings to fly
You, shall lock in the golden cage like the solemn captured dove

Speak thou shall not, summon the ancient spell of majesty
unslaved thy fragile humanity
mesh thyself into the summer wild
murmur untamed whispers like an innocent child
emit fierce flames of fire
Run with the innate summer desire

Let photos be the Lady’s Fountain of Youth
Omnipresence like the deity of truth
Vivid memories engrave in the mossy stone
entangles with circle of Time, Shall return with the first lightning of thunderstorm