through your garden
where sweet flowers grow.
The rhythm of wind chimes
is how lovers
flow.
Your ethereal kiss,
in the moment,
is so sublime
as we reached
a quiet death
in harmonic time.
I feel your warm breath
and it engulfs
me
into every blossoming flower
that I can
see.
So I tend to red roses
and float
on air.
It's simply because
you
are there.
My eyes are now closed
as I have
your scent.
From God to me
you were
heaven sent
and in this perfect art
will will always
know
of falling silent
to the union
of our afterglow.
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