A gentle passion, like moonlight,
dancing,
silver sunbeams massage my happiness.
Smiles spreading forth,
from lips untinged,
by the depths of human hatred.
All other being is lost,
in a mirage of love,
as sweet caresses fill my skin.
Softly whispered confessions -
the dew of young love,
run into innocent ears.
Porcelain fingers like an angels,
interlace in my hands,
and love fills the spaces they haven't.
Perfection permeates the air,
as two become one,
and two hearts sigh in unison
"I love you."















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