Amidst blue and white veils in gold,
she smiles her love. every verse is her song.
Flowers she brings through the sun's strong rays.
She sits with me here. I feel her gaze.
She showers on me millions of flowers:
Orange, blue, red, and pink.
Only love is what she speaks.
"with these I heal what has been torn."
She stands above me. Only love.
"What feels like pain is caressed in my blue.
What feels like aching is softly hued..."
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