Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Art of Love

Dearest light of mine

The winter's cold is on you shoulder
The summer's gold is on your skin
Love come close, come close
and breath that fragrance of blissful spring air
The outer reaches of space are in no comparison
With your grander of beauty
My dearest Rebecka
My dearest love
Days forever long
I want you in my arms
Long live forever
Tortures feeling pierce my innards
When propinquity isn't in your mind
Thou art the love of my life

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