Madam’s Light Lingers Through Leaves

I come to you unshaven 
Swimming through the labyrinth 
Of my thoughts, I gather leaves
In search for love’s answers 
As to where is my
Never wilting flower;
Does she not hear my cry
Or see not the statues of amour 
With each thought of my inadequacy 
Lightning strikes glass you see
Deconstructing sand 
Into puddles of land
Where I work the soil.
Planting pink fruits of truth;
Listing every reason why
You make me smile
Creating untainted rivers of care 
For when I see her face 
For when I hold her grace
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