Across the field of wheat, down the dusty road
Came the melancholy melody of loneliness
The air was crisp with desire
Rays of sun passed through the patchwork clouds
Hi-lighting the moment
Of now
I felt love from somewhere
Distant, yet in my heart, and under this cosmic blanket
But there was no breast to lay this cheek against
And there was no milk from the horn of plenty
And painfully there wasn't any spark from her brown eyes
But just as the beauty of love lay between the sun and the moon
Your place in my bed exists
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