Honey, I'm Yours

Your gentle caress

entices my soul to offer

my own entity to be yours

Your soft whispers

brings me to another dimension

of this dust speck of universe.

Your seemingly kind smiles

spurs me to be one of a kind,

a lady waiting patiently.

I bet you captured thousand of flowers

and weathered them away,

and left with a sigh of boredom.

You seek no more of such a beauty

in the midst of the lunar moon

standing out during the spring's graces.

So do I, you left me alone

who's gracefully dancing in your hands

Oh honey, you knew

I would be yours.

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