Here's the 6th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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X./We have lost even this twilight./No one saw us this evening hand in hand/while the blue night dropped on the world.

Here's the 5th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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IX./In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles/charged to insanity with electric currents,/heroically divided into dreams/and intoxicating roses practicing on me.

Here's the 4th counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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VII./Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets/to the sea that beats on your marine eyes./The birds of night peck at the first stars/that flash like my soul when I love you.

Here's the 3rd counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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III./In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them/as you desire, and you send it where you will./Aim my road on your bow of hope/and in a frenzy I will free my flock of arrows.

Here's the 2nd counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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V./But my words become stained with your love./You occupy everything, you occupy everything./I am making them into an endless neckless/for your white hands, smooth as grapes.

Here's the 1st counting down to the celebration of ♥...

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XIV./My words rained over you, stroking you./A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body./I go so far as to think that you own the universe./I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses./I want/to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.