In Shalimar gardens of almond-green and we on a bed of forsythia's spring with the essence of incense in your hair and fingers caressing you there Loving you more than whispers say on vellum of parchment skin from the ink of my poet's well with your love showing me the way In the condensation of dawn's dew and halogen lights of the night in the valley of your succulent
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