When I think of love, I think of you.
Your hair in rain-soaked, silken mess;
that dress you wear, clenched tight around
your body’s song in dreamscaped sound.
Your eyes engulfed in melting gaze,
that inquisitive mind, that blissful maze.

Oh to have you here against my chest,
the us, the you, the me, the two;
that one love drenched in forever’s more,
drape your all upon, let us explore
in arms of care; in darkest light,
when I think of love, it’s you tonight.

MT

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