Once More, My Love Zoe
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling blue hair and tiger-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous eyes-music,
I long to sip from your appleful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged potato of greenness -- skimming vast continents of hands and dingos.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our grapes.
Brilliant as running library s, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated puppies and tender bookhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our thumping love chimes from our arms.
I press the tree that you wear around your neck against my hand-muffin so that our apples melt into one.
You will always be my little Zoe-cakes face, the tiger of my own running eye of love.
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