strawberry love
it's late at night… I'm reading your words
written with the ink of your molecules
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they exude, ⟮drop by drop⟯, love, hope and
joy; ⟮that exciting motley DNA of yours⟯
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a few minutes just have flown, — I smile...
⟮don't you feel our situationship as a gift?⟯
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with you is spring, is birds' chirp in May,
is strawberry love and scent you breathe
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with me… is the obsession's atmosphere;
it's ⟮mine in yours…⟯, it's ⟮yours in mine…⟯