She is full...
She is full with the softness of night
She is full with the incense of blooms
She is full with the closeness of light
In a hope-fringed bay of candle-sheared waves
She is full with the seeds of celestial fire
In the heart-tangled sighs between darkness and day
She is full with the tendrils of aching desire
She is full with the softness of dreams
She is full with the incense of night
She is full with the closeness of blooms
She is full with the longing of light
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