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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She holds you spellbound, tempts every sigh, her voice sedutive by its lullabye, Her meaning envoking the unspoken word Ever tender the call of her lovesong This angel who thrives on the air of your breath The movements of her heavenly rhythm Closer calls the invitation to feel her rhythm Succumb to her female sigh Ever so gently she releases her breath The gentle sleep of her restful lullabye Bequiled you fall to the music of her lovesong With nothing more than the unspoken word What secret does she keep so closely guarded? the unspoken word The mystery of her movements swaying to her rhythm How could a mortal man resist such a lovesong His resolve given in a surrendering sigh Returning his words in anticipation of her lullabye He barely manages to catch his breath His chest bursting with the urgency to take a breath Her eyes adoring yet still there's the unspoken word Her song intensifys a passionate lullabye The wind caressing nature to respond in rhythm His need urgent as he pleads with loving sigh He know's the ending of this Angel's lovesong This captivation held by the chorus of her lovesong How could such an angelic understand yet allow such loss of breath? Again his strength fails him as he hears the relentless sigh A language alien yet familiar, the assurances of the unspoken word Delicately the harps resound the perfect rhythm As his soul escapes to listen evermore to the enchanting lullabye The sensations of her sound unbearable as she continues her lullabye What kind of music is this she sings, this immortal lovesong That holds a mystery unto itself, the defiance of her rhythm Still he holds to his last dying breath As she witholds the saving grace of the unspoken word And all he can do is sigh As this lovesong continues to play, immersed within the lullabye His breath weakened to the faintest heartfelt sigh Surrendering completely to her rhythm, the beauty revealed, the unspoken word.
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