Into the oil magnolia's flow
did colors swirl and sink
along the lines of thoughts design
to what we truly think
Self interpretation shine
no polish roughing in
edges of the lines of love
smoothing who've we been
Slow but surely making out
with echoes of regret
for moments gone in time alone
before I felt you yet
Now into her canvas pour
a sip of heaven's drink
into the oil magnolia's flow
did colors swirl and sink
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