
I lay beside you on the grass
Resting here among a mass
Of fragrant flowers of the wild
And find myself with a permanent smile
When being near your form, you do beguile
My mind is alight with fluff and nonsense
Touching you, you touching me,
Feeling only the strongest sense.
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