And I will miss waking up and finding myself tangled in your curls for a change, been swimming in mine for far too long
and then slipping into cotton fields where you are the white
And I the brown soil
The world asks in silent stares what is between us?
My smile tells them
There is no room for anything in between
There is only Us.
As I set out to fly away
You must know...
Ever fragrant when the moon shines,
You are the moonflower
In our garden of love
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