©LIL ARCHA
Oh my lovey,
I do miss you terribly
My mitts do tremble
On scribing a love note
Do not be a mirror
That would splinter at sea
Solely if you please
I do want to reflect
Gandering at your peace
You pace treading on my beats
The stroke of clock while the witching hours
cease
I'm all engrossed by a luve
Riveting mine eyes upon thee
I lend a breath an oceanic depth
Yet undealt with a breeze
©LIL ARCHA
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