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In the thick dark
air of night
My head rests comfortably
upon the pillow of youth’s memories
Dreaming of love
and dressing you in its sentiment
conjured by
Familiar rhythms and melodies
My love being a reality which still dreams
Resigned to inhale those rare scents
of an imagination that would bathe you in its heart-warming incense
And see you in the glow of its candlelight
Though I know your undressed beauty
And marry myself to you with every