My bluebird of happiness perches high on the tree. He tells me “sometimes a leap of faith is the only form of transportation”. His gaze fickle as he looks me over. I am awash in your love potion. The words matter not to me. I vision sinking into the waterlilies with you. Bathing in the pond of your embrace.
I find you locked love with many a key. Some wrapped in embraces with hearts, others cold brass. I look upon your windows. From the ground floor, balloons of dreams and hope launch from inside of me. Please look out your window, I’m begging you.
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