haiku: me,eternal rose of versailles. you, open gates of gardens and hearts

are we cursed by this fate? to meet in a garden our souls bared identities a mere lie on our fingertips fingertips that contain an elixer to soothe my chattering teeth at last, in your warmth i dont have to question we will drink the poison limerence is my freedom we dance and we dance and we pretend not to know the magic we casted on ourselves long ago to meet in a garden the way lovers usually do to meet in a garden the way aphrodite & adonis do to make love in a garden because i love you and i love you and i love you and i love you and i love you and i love you and i love you the way gardeners do

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