Lavander

Photo by Irina Iriser from Pexels

My pockets are empty 
But for your light 
That fills my eyes 

As I come closer 
Your presence beckons me 
To speak 

Words come to my lips 
Nonsensical and whimsical 
As your floral scent 

And I know for a moment 
That your light 
Is full of love for me

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