by Chris Hughesleaves await the wind to give breath to their rustling voice and whisper your name stars wheel and dance in heavenly court offering borrowed charm with light stolen from your eyes flowing wine seduces with your intoxicating embrace it's sultry taste and color finding form upon your lips honeysuckle on the wind is the memory of your passage the cleansing summer rain fallen from your skin the brilliant warmth of the afternoon sun ablaze within my racing heart when I take your hand
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