Lying my head against your chest is like listening to someone playing the harp,
Beautifully strumming against my ear.
It reminds me of what the renaissance may have been.
Inspirational, you plant seeds within me to bloom ideas of “us”,
And these ideas are almost as vibrant as the paintings across my thoughts, of you.
If we kiss
let us turn into statues,
In your arms for eternity.
Chest to chest,
Intertwined,
We’ve created a landscape of hues and longing sighs.
And with a glimpse of a gaze,
I am reminded it was “This” lifetime.
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