Love Letters
Man to the woman,
Woman of grace
I melt in your silken embrace
A man of sweet passion
I am but old and out of fashion
Woman to the man,
Your voice is like a velvet caress
Always gentle, sans duress.
There is no compulsion nor obsession
Simple and sweet, an honest confession.
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