Watermelon
Under my loves canopy
In the angels garden of dreams
You sleep upon the flight of a fever
And I from our purest foundations
Reach into intimacies fountain
And moisten the thirst of your spirit
There is not a lash from grand time
That I’m not there by your bedside
This is my gallant adventure delight:
The art of fluffing and tucking
Shall I depart to forage the countryside
You will know I grant return to soothe
There is a sound to carefulness
It strums a peaceful chord
And you shall sing once again
the rhythm of concord
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