Fortune
I awake
In the middle
Of the night
With thoughts
Of you
In that moment
My hearts stops
As it is yours
I can feel
The softness of
Your skin
In my mind
The simple tenderness
In your touch and
Whiteness of your smile
Reminds me of the purity that is you
Holding your hand
Is a treasure
A soft kiss
The fortune of pharaohs
Then I recalling the
Scent of your neck
Like jasmine in the air
In the late spring
It is sweet and mesmerizing
Nor can it forgotten
In a hundred years
As it is a memory of a life time
Most will never know
The kind of happiness you bring
If they lived
Fifty lives and I have
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The kind of happiness you bring
If they lived
Fifty lives and I have"
I like that part.