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Azalea of my Heart
What can be fairer and just then, the beauty of your plush pink skin. In the moonlight, your beauty glimers in pink as does the moon, over the tripping waves of the peaceful sea. In sunlight, the light catches your skin and flirts with my eyes, as does the dew in the sunken meadows, with the first kisses of the dawn Now how do I describe your endless beauty! It is innumerable as the petals that share your name My heart bleeds for your love as your veins pump the finest milk, that radiates your beauty. In all the splendor and glory of Queen Cleopatra, were she to bath in your milk, she would be immortally present. Your fully thick and impermeable lips plague my dreams as my eternal spring of youth. Your hair, the only breeze that soothes my delicate skin. As seasonal as this love may seem, it does endure the scorch of heat and glacier of frost. Oh! To rest upon your golden chalice. No, this  cannot be lust. I am certain. This must be  love, even if it feels inclined. There is no other light but the bright piercings of your smile upon my heart. Your laughter is the sweet smell of the exotic gardens of Budapest, the nectar of my own ears. See how your petals have bloomed, the light hits your petals like snowflakes.
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