PATTERN

The pattern
of early morning in my head
the crispy sheets in my bed
of the way you're made for me
it's the pattern that fits best to me
for all the love I have for thee
remains all times as pattern of my life

Chronologically noting down events
those past and gone
then those remain to look upon
that make a pattern in my mind
I note them down on paper
I scribble flowers, dappled light and dark
a chequered background now leaves its mark
still I fleck it all with spots
and criss cross lines cross one another
psychedelic now I add some colour
I add some hearts to show my love
I made this pattern out of joy
because of the thoughts you left me with
thoughts of pure and magic bliss

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