Powder
Like the sweet dance of early morning powder
Your name quietly traces my awakening skin
My bare feet may feel the clinging dew of inspiration
But it is my heart that you have danced within
Like the sweet taste of shimmering sugar
Your devotion is pure and true
My reality may feel like a shallow prison
But you shade the deepest blue of blues
So with the mistakes of our letters
That touch each others pens
Let the heavenly music fill the atmosphere
And the dance of our love begin
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