Untitled Ode

In the land of dreams it seems

While we drift into the light,

Folded into gaps of night,

I see my queen between the seams.

The stars below the sky above,

Mind wide open, eyes wide shut,

Blind by hope but what the fuck

What we’ve got goes up and up.

That’s it so quick into my mind

These songs I sing you’re like a glove,

So fit, so fine, such beauty, divine,

Your lips, your quips, your way so kind

The way that smile seems to shine,

Lights up this cold heart of mine

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