You are the spring from which beauty flows.
All hours are a reminder of the light which resonates from you alone.
In vast meadows, I see the shades of ecstasy that ignite like your emerald eyes.
Amber burns in the hills.
Forthcoming raptures like a gentle breeze of evening.
Touch me but once since you are everything and none else compares.
Goddess of azure skies and fields fragrant with morning rain.
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