Adrift in the sea of your eyes,
carried away, I’m yours to capture.
Too become one, entwined in rapture,
moving in rhythm, to the music of our sighs.
Fill me until I overflow,
cascading like a mountain,
under the pale moon’s glow.
You are my river, you are my mountain.
I celebrate that you are mine,
when I taste your fruit and drink your wine.
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