Your
hand is a dove in my hand
resting with flawless trust.
I seek the lace of your back,
Your smile glistens like wine.
The music bids us move as one.
We swirl through the cloud
of your rapturous dress.
Our people clap their hands.
We are the violins, we are the castanets
We are the reed flute
caressing the sun-filled air.
The grass bounces beneath our feet.
We float beneath the trellis
and the roses bless us with their scent.
You are eternity by my side
You are my beloved, you are my bride.
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