He goes fluting in my heart all day long,
never once have those notes gone wrong.
His unreal breath that streams like a song,
madness that has canoed me all along-
love's oblivion is whither I belong.
His gaze that unveils my own mind
is a kiss invoked- one of a kind.
These lips upon mine, a find
of myriad dreams lurking behind
a sun that shan't turn me blind.
Can it be Reality that trifles with the soul;
robbing the heart and leaving but a hole?
What are these things forever on a stroll
along a hollow mouth, life's shoal-
never jumping, merging into a whole?
Can it be untruths that sate
the spirit and its mate?
Call it folly, call it fate-
if it is him that I create,
I hope then, to forever hallucinate. . .
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