Every time
You come
And sit beside me,
Right into the Heart,
With both of us
Looking at us,
One ,where we all the little times
Left to us,
Sing for,
Roses decking us,
By sweet fragrance
Of our communion,
You sing into our beds
Of redness
And I just look at the oneness
We have so felt
In us,

And love sugary
Coats our little cote
Of togetherness,

Till we not call us
So tied
In Our hearts.



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