My Sweet Heart

O’ Beauty touch me still.

Pressed up in innocence against me,

The touch of your softness and the mastery of your skills,

Sing sweet perfection.

It seduces me into a slumber

Where my body goes limb

And I can no longer find the words to speak.

I ache for the chance to

To meet you again,

Sweet soul.

I hold you,

My dearest

Heart,

In my hands,

And kiss you,

Waiting for your return.

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