I wade through this maze of thoughts in my sleep Antoinnette
I stumble upon a series of picture perfect
Panoramic glittering of gold dust
Yonder in green meadows. Paradise, YES,
Endless kaleidoscope of spring splendour
Only fairies liveth in thy beauty
My eyes lock, homing towards the fairly of them all
Zeroing on the best perfect of perfections, more gold dust, even diamonds
Seen only by the blurry image of summer nights, a meteor shower for fireworks
Wake up I will not, till the zenith of time.
Die not my fairly charm, light my spirit
Touch not, my fragile Indra Swallotail.
Oh Yes, I can touch, Wings curves of flowing locks,
Bare ebony bosom on a silky skin
Oh chastely a twill of divine tweed. Drink thee from the nipples blossom
Then, can't beseech thee, can't Love thee.
My heart a gazillions pieces.
Heart Broken by the courtesan trollop strumpet.
I seek thee your strength my fairly angel
Sundown will teach I to Love thee.
Love
Richard
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