Lilacs brushed in watercolours,
Pink sunsets set in gold,
Pagan gods in the night,
Whispering to each ohter in candlelight.
Your eyes rimmed in inky black,
The blue showing me a piece of the sky,
A piece of heaven you held for me,
Darling, How I adore what I see.
Maybe it's wrong to crave your touch like I do,
Sweetness in every touch close my eyes tight,
But you know what I love more than all,
These neverending star filled nights.
Show me heaven again.
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