Dear Lover,
I sat this morning with you.
A nice warm cup of tea
And your music slowly greeting me.
The light from the window cascaded in
and crystal rainbows danced on my skin.
And with every sip my longing was renewed...
... and met.
You are the Rose in my ceremony.
The words that couldn't come through.
And now, I am sitting here as you play me softly.
I am in awe.
There is nothing more for me to do.
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