My dearest
A poem about love
February covered
the seascape with
Dewdrops—
However, Cupid's bow was
a constellation inside
My dreamy-mind, Pisces
Fairy tales were appropriate.
To lovely girls who flourished
similar like roses—
Not to be a nomad:
Something crazy with dandelion,
wandering vines. However,
"Get married to me," escaped
your mouth and lighted
The sunset—
You become immortal.
My dearest.
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