Poetic thought

The shine in her eyes was like a riding riddle, through the valley of vineyards.

The reflection from her hand’s felt like a gardener’s falling maple.

The strength larger than all suspense, this lover could be my dreamy consort; She could exhibit my whole day like a shining sun in the galaxy of stars.

The ripple felt from such a vibe felt like a glossy night opening the windows through the shining light.

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