For eyes, a world of blooms and stars, a river's grace,
I've scribed what glories, in that beloved space.
For eyes, a world of blooms and stars, a river's flow,
I've penned such marvels, all they yearn to know.
For eyes, a world of blooms and stars, a river's gleam.
Those eyes that stole my slumber, night by night,
Those eyes that stole my slumber, dimmed the light,
Each dream I cherished, offered to their claim,
I've scribed what wonders, in that hallowed name.
For eyes, a world of blooms and stars, a river's stream.
Henceforth, their chains, my own, to bear and keep,
Henceforth, their chains, my own, where shadows sleep,
Each bond they cherish, offered to this flame,
I've scribed what treasures, whispering their name.
For eyes, a world of blooms and stars, a river's fame.
Yet still, the words, they falter, incomplete,
Yet still, the words, a rhythm bittersweet,
What verses spoken, for that gaze to tame?
I've scribed what secrets, whispering their name.
For eyes, a world of blooms and stars, a river's hold,
I've scribed what wonders, stories to be told.
For eyes, a world of blooms and stars, a river's gold.
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