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She blossoms my fruit each night

She blossoms my fruit each night
Inside her sun-drenched eyes
And all that is gracious in sight
Being her heaven grazed prize
Or sweetly sung whispered bright
It all takes me swimmingly by surprise
 
Sunflowered in your swaying moves
Enthralled by a passion you drive
To me, your olive skin proves
To kiss those lips, where Gods strive
Dropping where I loved 
Be boundless in you, I am revived
 
But as I dream my hand upon your lips
I curse my candle-ridden nights
Bleeding my heart with such tricks
But I labor your vision tonight
Sleeping on remembrances of drapes
And in those skies of you I write

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