With jitters of poetry
I paint you a prized boulevard
To fill your wings with laughter
Like foaming bubbles
For like echoes from a distance
Our hearts dial-up so well
And like rumblings of thunder
We collide in ecstatic blush
And as I clasp of your broad shoulders
I find that, which I lost in time,
For like jingling coins
You seize me with glee
My dreams accord your desires,
Our parallel hopes lead to but one haven
Where joy spatters like fire-works
Painting life with glory untold
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