“I can’t hold still…your pull is a push into splendor….”
Your magic glide is one that causes a slippery tide.
Never mind the games that we are due to begin.
If I lose, your celebration will be a win.
I just wanna begin.
May we join, hand and hand?
We may then summon the sun to join our band.
As true to the natural chaotic order – let us build up a resting place.
A paradise where we can plant a garden at our own pace.
This mystery is an uncovered flower – the peddles are of truth, sincerity, and power.
I want to dream and envision.
You on top of me.
The kind of movie that you must see.
Your words are like silk and all this means is everything you say is worthwhile.
I have the money to invest and for what it’s worth, you promise a smile.
I wish a valentine. A rhyme with wine and dine.
So, what’s your sign?
For yours is mine.
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