Oh, muse of the iridescent spring!
You have stolen my heart again.
Under halcyon skies of Summer,
your beauty sparkles like an evening
mist.
As gossamer sweeps by the horizon,
there is a yearning for those lips of
wine.
Time stands still and the air is fragrant with
jasmine and lavender.
Awaiting the invocation of your sweet kiss.
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