e’en tho' strings of lyres and lutes
play them bleus
in twilights of loneliness

and tiny surf full of soul
slurps in delight
washing away parts of a sand castle

your smile
conjures a drifting isle,
that hue sky
it blows away

I picture a rare butterfly
dancing a solo ballet
Love’s at play

your eyes
full of warmth
overfloweth
with love and mirth
full of music
and lyrics
sings sweetly softly
only to me

Lips rosy
Pouts suggestively
Unfurls a flower for me
To kiss deeply.....

Where art thou? Please answereth me.......(hehe...tsk....)
...errr...I meant to be serious...but i'm confused....
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LyreBleus.... alias Mangi-nambis...calling from the South Seas...