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My Love, Bae
Your skin glows like the strawberry, blossoms as the rose in the purest hope of 
                                         spring.
My yearning heart rises to your sweet voice and leaps like a dove at the whisper 
                                       of your name, bae.
 
        In the hushed, I listen for the last shouting of the spring.
                 My heated inner being leaps to my trouser.  
        I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret perfection 
     so that we may undressed as one, inner being to inner being, 
  in search of the glorious forbidden apple and spiritual blessing of love.

                   Celebration gets on, lights off and grace falls on my side 
                          pure reflection of the best 		
                 Love flow from my acacia’s hedge of protection into you 
                          the only warmth that seedling grow 
sweet words flow with a lyre rhyme holding secrets that only darkness know 
as we drown to the stream which many wonder but my wonder is you my love
 
            My wit ends in you and my poetic justice comes from you 
 world of dreams i live hoping I’ll bring myself back to reality but I can’t realize 
                                       since real is a rare word
  Not that I’m mad but by chance I can’t even stand without you thus you 
                               being the reason behind successful me

                     The dark descend as the dawn rises 
My young heart rests as I hear the euphony of you sweet voice in my ears 
                                          waking me 
Taste of words become my company from sweetie, honey, babe until the last 
                                           spread of your love to my lips 
I am filled with joy on flush of my to see the blossom of your face vivid that 
    every curve and edge you’ve got are the purely blended kind of beauty 
                         and I can’t hesitate to call you darling

                                           Bae my love 
         I may lack verbs and nouns to describe you since I know few 
But the love in my heart is the untold tale that books can’t carry for they don’t 
                                     have the spine to.
Probably you’re the soup that spice up my life or the whip that shape my love 
                                 It’s beneath you my love lies 

 
 BY THE SAM THE POET copyright 2017
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