I was made for sunny days
for whispered tales and spirited slopes
for backs of palms and thirst
for roses bent with dew
I was made for passion filtered
for weeks gone by in hazy mist
for unlocked doors and chains of grass
I was made for you.
I want to fill in parts of you so together we are whole
and hide myself in what you make of me
pieces of me break into light when you say my name
and I am transcended, this time.
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