He spots the lustful gaze beyond the lock, but distance between is barely a thought
my hands don't seem to know the dance, but yours are there to make advance
with patterns that weave, bend, and sway, the words enfold, our fingers take
the chance to sow a seed within, designs our love determined to begin
suns rise and fall, gods live and die, but when we part the heavens cry
the seasons change and months do flow, but with them all our love does grow
like rainstorms to the taught river dam, my love will wash throughout our lands
To grow our gardens that twist and turn, a bed of unquenchable lusts and yearns
We'll pluck flowers to adorn the hearth, who's beauty pails to your endless worth
We'll rise the vines upon the walls, making sure to gild them all.
A thousand stars kindle gardens below, but none are like the moon so bold
As you to the moon do pull my tides, forever evoking me to your side.
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