Girl
with the Fragrant Touch
I
came back to paradise,
When
I felt you near again.
I
sat and drank, listened and waited.
The
Robin told me of your love,
Brought
me here to sense you,
Smell
my hands in memory.
When
does this passion die ?
I
crave more of all you are,
The
fantasy of being one with you.
Am
I foolish to hold you dear ?
What
more foolish need I be,
To
leave this world, in your arms ?
Don't
pity me, for I'm in love,
The
greatest power here on earth.
Pity
that you'd never know,
The
greatest gift your love is worth !
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