Praising Love
She speaks with two lips that devour and pierce
Unrecognized words, they come off quite fierce
But knowing her, truly, means to love her a lot
As we give to each other everything that we’ve got
My heart’s in her hands, while hers is in mine
Her lips taste so sweet, of offered red wine
The look from her eyes offers me her deep soul
As the love that exists, I have need to extol
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