If she can speak
the tongue
of my morning sky,
I will know that,
in this lifetime,
she'll be my luscious
blood...

If she can bottle
the waves
of my roaring ocean,
I will know that,
in this lifetime,
she'll be the warmth in my
veins...

If she can embrace
the cracks
of my blazing soil,
I will know that,
in this lifetime,
she'll be the beating of my
heart...


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