With the twinkling of stars.
I see the perfected peppermint in your step
I feel the fresh, crisp kiss of day
It’s closest to that strand of hair
On nape of neck, that wisp there
The breath of your chamomile
Reaches out to me
As his eyes smile and dance with hers
And passersby sigh in wonderment
Does the clock notice such sudden grins?
And heads nod in cadence with the twinkling of stars
While rivers collide with silver lined rolling logs
And diamonds take to waves as they dip and ride
Oh, the curvature of her hourglass
Blends magically with the strong build
Of his masculine forest green oars
It is night
And he, is her day.
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