I wrote my mind,
You became my poem...
I pulled the strings and
The music became you.
The golden beams caressed me
And your cheeks looked a sun-kissed hue...
The moon touched my silver hair;
The moonlight was always you...
Dark enveloped around me;
Night was you...
My feet dipped into the cool
And as you washed over me,
Today..... I became you.
I became you.
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