Sweet Spring



I am enarmoured
by the spendor of your beauty.
I inhale your intoxicating aroma
only to be ravaged by you.
Oh what a price I must pay
to be in your presence!
Why must our love
be so bitter sweet?


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Contents compiled: March 24 2017
Originally published: March 24 2017
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