O how She to me happens...like a bluish green of a birth...

O how She to me
happens
like a bluish green
of a birth...
and She there
in my ears
pour
her best blessed
Her sweetest wine
a wake up
call
as if by Her Parfum drenched so...
and me
wakes up
to delve deep
into Her mirth
her June...
her blossomy tune...
her spread up winged flight...
her never found founded light...
as if there
in her tune
She in me
her senses flood...

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