A certain intoxication, born of your words,
A certain bliss, like a gentle rain that girds.
Don't call me drunk on a whim, unheard,
This heart's effect, from meetings with your words.
A certain intoxication, born of your words.
A truth that seems a reverie's embrace,
Like a flower's scent, or clouds that interlace.
In every moment, a radiant, shining space,
Daylight's glow, and the moon, my night's trace.
A certain intoxication, born of your words,
A certain bliss, like a gentle rain that girds.
When my name in your stories, softly fell,
Like moonlight spread, my nights did swell.
Since your hand in mine, did gently dwell,
No fear of the world, nor fate's cruel spell.
A certain intoxication, born of your words,
A certain bliss, like a gentle rain that girds.
Now, my thoughts, only for you reside,
My poems penned, for you, my heart's guide.
I'll show you to none, nor let any confide,
One dream alone, my days and nights tied.
A certain intoxication, born of your words,
A certain bliss, like a gentle rain that girds.
Don't call me drunk on a whim, unheard,
This heart's effect, from meetings with your words.
A certain intoxication, born of your words,
A certain bliss, like a gentle rain that girds.
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