He looked at me,
gold pools of luck
and I wanted to
swim away through
bronze waves and curls.
I wanted to
fly to the sun,
soaring on his wings
of love and hope
he could love me like i do him.
a faraway place,
just you and me,
away from people who
understands nothing.
If he turned away now,
looked away with those
gold pools,
disappeared with
bronze waves and curls,
I'd be lost,
Lost at sea.

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