The Lover Sky

The morning sky is my Lover’s cheek
Blushed, enticing, daring for a kiss
Inviting me to fly, while at the same time, meek
Should I reach her, I’d see a an expanse of bliss

This sky is my Lover’s light, piqued
Haloed and golden, her accomplice
Lovely, she emanates intoxicating mystique
And renders the world dull with each alighting kiss





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