[pre]My muse
With a single kiss
I’d never ask for you again,
for my field-of-flower dreams would be enough.
The roses would bloom indefinitely,
and your cheeks would match them,
and your dress would catch them
and dance with them in the wind,
but I’ll never get that kiss.
Someone else will be dancing with you,
and her dress will match yours.
Pink and light with ripples and swish.
Together you’ll dance in the flowers,
and laugh in the sweet smelling air;
Violin serenades in bursts of giddy giggles.
And when night falls you will dream of her
and she will dream of you, just as I do.
When you wake the roses will open and smile
but I will stay asleep and dream a while
One dream will be enough
to keep my heart beating,
to keep me seeking another field
where the wind blows sweet and the violins sing
To a flower just like you.
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