In the sky of our imagination
I covered your face
And you kissed my nose
If you would have been a gust of wind
And I were a flower
In our garden of dream
You touched me with your feather
And I danced in your lap
Yet it would have been insufficient
To tell the world how holy and pure were our feelings
We held for each other.
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