You are the landscape of my
The only place I feel at home,
The view familiar to my heart,
The woods and fields I call my own.
You are the music of my life,
The melody I silent sing,
The harmony beneath my words,
The rhythm of my wandering.
You are the space in which I live,
The boundary of my ecstasy,
The pleasure palace of my dreams,
The flesh that fills my fantasy.
All this you are to me and more,
A soul so much a part of mine
That when I look within, you are
In me, my love, my valentine.
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