youre' my muse
sewing our sensual oats
in the fields of hand picked seeds
beyond our youth
tilling the soul
shining like gems
beneath the moon and sun
your'e giving your love
what you say with your eyes
and hands and body
in the silence of our mornings
and moon lit nights
and the wakes of the ocean
gather to whisper of these givings
that you give to me
beyond our youth
tilling the soul
shining like gems
beneath the moon and sun
your-e my muse you are my muse
I love you
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