Love
Drops of sweet passion
Sprinkle my tongue like honey,
Pleasing my senses,
A soft mist of emotion
Caresses my body and mind,
I can smell the love
And taste the compassion in the air.
The feeling is so strong,
I yearn for more.
The hands of love
Massage my forlorn spirit.
Over a blue and pink horizon
Drifts the song of love.
It hits my ears like wind,
I can’t fight it, yet I don’t want to.
It takes me in and I see your face,
And the song is still playing,
Our song of love.
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