The spite of you,
Tosses the florals of millions to woo.
Casual kisses to your glances of lust,
Thrown my way I can't resist, I must.
Ignore the miles between our souls,
Some imaginative idea, made-up to mathematically map out fools.
It is no use to us
We have no need to travel.
Its our thoughts and love that soar across the country
Landing beside you ever so gently.
Only the greatest for your my dear boy,
I miss you truly to think nothing can destroy.
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