By Mother's Lara
She'll steal your heart if you leave it out much too long.
The song birds are singing our tune at twilight;
they never saw the earth rise coming but they welcomed it anyway.
High above the tree tops we sit and gaze in calm wonder at the beauty you project into our souls.
My eyes burn with the fire of your love.
Sing to me my darling and I shall fall so deep into the caverns of your heart;
never again yearning for the light of day.
Gaze only when you are ready;
for she gazes back so easily and it's calm, welcoming and warm.
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