wilting in the summer breeze,
These great lifeforms bring about me wordless vison,
Unto thy shape I gaze upon thy leavey bed,
The magic which devours my soul in which your shadow lies, for the magic which comes from the leaves steals away the shadows of the night leaving your buttercup skin speckled with light from the lunar sphere,
clothed in daffodile robe of lust passion etched in every line,
breathless do i gaze upon this sight,
your handsome looks find happiness in every cloud whos silver lining turns to gold in your reflection to bow down to your overwhelming presence...
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