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Love unfurls beauty
with tender crescent eyes
weeping silent tears.
Somewhere a flute plays
it's sorrowful lullaby
to sleeping roses.
It's song vibrating
echoes of golden kisses
touching lips of dew.
Sweet passage of night
fill my dreams with love and song
from my lover's heart..
Sing to me my name
her voice once again aflame
with golden delight.
Sing out love's promise
while birds perch in secret folds
gently pressing down.
Come touch that within
who is your lover alive
yielding to his sleep.
Cradle the soul's kiss
between each movement it's gift
in bittersweet dream.
Goodnight my flower
I will hold you in my hand
and whisper secrets.
– Suzanne Case
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