Sipping the sweetness,
Ambrosia sent on wings
From the Gods.
Opening a heart,
Previously closed
To the Wind.
The sky has cleared of the dark wandering clouds.
The sun is dancing
Upon the smiling countenance
Of a bluebird rejoicing o’er the meadow,
Lurking playfully as the dawn glows,
In the early shadows of the morning.
No wine can compare,
To the intoxication
Of a kiss,
Nor my lips engulfed upon you.
Forever etched in the hallows of my memory,
Buried deep in the recesses,
Yet just below the surface.
Unable to forget,
Glowing endlessly….
Ambrosia of the Gods.

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