Adjacent Hearts - Poem by William Blackman
Will you be mine, be my Valentine?
A time again when love is scarlet red.
When lovers engage with impatient vine.
Romance elevating breath beyond stories read.
Sweet sentiment tugs the inner string.
Maiden's hug and kiss an arousing gift.
That royal affection eased from her King.
The heated air with passion's upward shift.
Day and a season for hearts palpitations.
A fireplace of memories infuses more memories.
Chance to get real in one on one conversations.
The spirit of fun and pleasure with full compliments.
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