My dear, when I am with you
I find myself getting lost...
Getting lost in the ambiance
Of your summer sweet music
Playing as soft as a whisper
In the genius loci background
Getting lost in the distant depths
Of your chocolate brown eyes
That simulate your boundless world
Of inexhaustible possibilities
Getting lost in the resplendency
Of your sun reflected smile
And lost inside
The floral envelope of your heart
Blossoming everlastingly
In your warmth
But frankly dear
I don't need to be found
Because I have found
What I've been looking for
The cushy current through your happiness...
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