Found myself singing the song inside my head,
moving toward the window’s sunlight,
As thoughts of his words, came too me, instead.
Saying, I was so different,
a wild child, with the effects of a sauna’s smile,
that warmed any cooled heart
for thousands, of miles.
Looking through my reflective souls’,
he spoke so sweet,
of my honey’s gold,
where, grey flecks peeked in- taking over,
Yet also reside there.
How my eyes held his heart still, into a telepathic stare off,
a spiritual quest, a hunger at will.
As my mind revealed needful urgence to purge,
too chime in,
A hidden control’s
too add a semi colon, exclamation mark, or a period, too the end.
It’s really how my humble start off, went vain,
capturing his compliment’s, from they’re freedom to hang.
Not full yet I began to ramble.
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