Dreams

Fate does not look the wind without lying
For our love is our tychism
My sybarite seductress comes forth to me
Out of compassion, in the throws of desire
Embellishing me

Our eyes opened
We jumped at our chance
Embracing each other's essence
Fulfilling dreams in all tenses

False loves spoke not of veracity
Deceived by what the mind thinks clear
A realization all too plain to see
We are at one in our reveries


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