The
Bud Of Love.
Called
by natures way,
To
show the love within,
And
reveal a glory,
Only
she knows, he blows.
Brought
to bear again,
The
feelings without refrain,
A
heart pounded strong,
One
day more, through heavens door.
Chastise
not a being,
Knowing
just how to love,
With
fragrant scented blooms,
Her
heart askance, their bodies dance.
Further
they will run,
A
silence, a kiss to tell,
They
pass the point,
Of
surrender, one night to remember.....
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