starry glasses on
over rose-colored eyes
just a tinge of bloodshot
maybe too little sleep,
but the view that I see
is worth staying up for
is too good to be false
is too true not to keep
in your just-woken eyes
with your just-woken smile, my
rose-colored eyes see why
I have traveled for miles
as we conscious, dissolve
one long longing embrace
taken straight from my dreams,
I can finally awake
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