Treasure Island

Abraham John Jaggernauth

(1-14-1992 / Trinidad & Tobago)

The Sweetness of Love


The sweetest air I've tasted of Dear, like lily flowers, your presence is near.
Precious scents that press intense, makes the way for present tense.
The time a' now and not till then, your presence is present and never end.
We meet again and this time when, dreams collide and reality stand.
The sweetest air I've tasted my Dear; No More, No Dream, Just Now- Till Then.
The End.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013
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Both before and after; the mechanism that holds and fulfills!

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