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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On a monotone Monday, under grey skies with perpetual rain, I became a devotee to your magnificence. A poetic pilgrim wandering upon a path, which would lead me to your embrace. Intoxicated with your romantic reflection, my ink is seduced in your rumination. My passion is like the raging sea, come feel my love, come satisfy me. Oceans apart, I swim in sensual shores, that would bring me to your door, but alone, I drown in shallow streams. I've become jealous of departing birds, craving for the clouds to carry me from lilac dusks to scarlet dawns, so I can ascend like sunrise, descend upon you like sunset. You are the essence of nature, I, a mighty tree bowing to it's mistress, desiring your heart and soul, not just your earthly existence, Your love strengthens my roots, as they spread rapidly to reach you. My hands have become lonely, without your fingers interlocked in-between. Your aroma intoxicates my senses, your persona like perfumed petals, weaves poetry inside my mind, which flows upon a seedless garden, patiently waiting for soothing blossoms. There is no remedy for my syndrome, as each day without you, I relapse, without your rehabilitative scarlet lips. Kiss me like poetry, before I suffocate, drain me into a steamy silence, where there is no need for verses, so we can merge in carnal mists. Lust is an infatuated captive animal, a starved beast frustratingly caged. Set me free... For you hold the key. Time cries for you, reluctantly moving, with each beat of our hearts. In darkness I supplicate with the stars, with your name on the tip of my tongue. Devotion is a unity of parts, only we can piece it together. With you I want Sunday mornings, where our eyes meet in rousing raptures with your lips as my nourishing nutrient. Love is not just an emotion, it's a whimsical fluctuating journey - and you are my final resting place.
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