What could I write but a never-ending ode
To sing my ever-growing love.
Up end the oak and watch the vines
Wrap us up from head to toe.
Never wash your heart stained skin
Or take the earth out of your eyes,
And let the night fall down again;
Such a sweet scent to be conquered in!
My fingers walk on desert dunes
To find some perfect symmetry
And memorize the entire map,
To every sacred inch consume.
So happily I lay the road
And make cement from sweat and tears,
For as the new horizon comes
I'll write this never-ending ode.
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