A Poet’s Desire

If I could turn my words into the finest wine

We’d sail on those balmy seas until the end of time

If I could print money on all the paper I use

Our sky would rain confetti any time you choose

If my wishes could be granted for all that I desire

We’d spent our moonlit evenings cuddled by a fire

If my fantasies could ever be reality

All I’d ever need is for you to be with me.

 

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