Pink floss love
Voluminous sweet nothings
A kiss on the lip
Fingers cross and lock
We had weaved our dreams
In blessed blue
Diamonds sparkle
Like dew drops over
Dove mornings
We are beyond, above
And melt in thin air
Angels of White life
Feathers of companionship
And absence in frozen dust
Crystals of Royalty
And our lovely baby pink buds
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