My heart…..is you.

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it is not but leaves,
from your garden
solely plucked at Eve’s
interest
from the nurturing barks of your eyes

yes, nature strives
as your feline arms caress
blossoming buds,
it is but flowers
capturing minds

and I am, the Bee
sucking warm nectar
from the lace of your hem
gliding through my barren land
tightening loose ends
fixing bored soul
enlightening dullness

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