Soul-Mate
how sweet the love,
of the soul-mate soul,
who generates love,
that i can't hold,
to transfix her,
would be my measure,
the natural cuddle,
burning pleasure,
my mind,
the thought does mold,
like brainwaves,
yet of old,
the caveman has control,
of the never,
maybe never?
goal...
not clever:(
droll...
endeavour..
fold
xox
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