You
As the sun rises,
Your heart falls
right into the lap you've been dreaming of.
Mine.
Where your head rests on days.
When you need me.
So let me shower thee,
(thy lips are mine)
with kisses that may
Scream your name.
Under the proclamation
I want you to see:
"I love thee"
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