your triumphant cherishable smile
swept into harmony by angels
You woo me
with the first dream of daylight
and noon, is like a milky dove
a butterfrost owl
whose mouth opens all the bends in my heart
to you
and all gates
close
on themselves
because I need nothing
to enter you
except LOVE
and I
LOVE
YOU
Your Beloved
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