And, with the color green, I
Draw hearts
In my brain;
Ane the sighs
Of daydreaming
With you
And, the decorum
Of your role,
Within me.
The triumph of your nards
That open in my chest
When I think of you,
My love, smelling,
To evaporated rose,
When being next to you.
And, my touch of red passion,
Melts me,
In your golden purple.