You are what dreams are made of
Fountains of love and joyous rapture
Sketched so softly in my eyes
My first and last for eternity
My love dances and swirls for you
Grows, foams and overflows with bliss
Ever-bubbling within, so divine
Every drop an undying promise
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On Writing for the Future and Being Useless in the Present
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Getting ahead of myself here
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