Golden (ImperfectPsychotic04) wk-6

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Golden


Coffee caramel cloyed in honey,

His voice was veneered in warmth like fluffy.

I fell in a love-lustre lamenting on my heart's grief,

Convolutedly lost in his emerald stream of relishing relief.

Stranger to my strumming heartbeats sentiently,

I loved him on the Moon's moors still against the tenacious tides so ambitiously.

Unbeknownst to his world of dreams dear,

He appeared to be dressed in the seams embroidered from the silvered cotton clouds clear.

Like golden imbued in his angelic mesmerising mere,

Rosy roseate blush as if reborn were my senses in the rear.

He is still my muse mosaic in rainbow glimmer,

And I fall for him in tragedy despaired near.

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