A passion penetrating deep as a root
And glad on finding a love of her life
Beauty illuminatinginside of a suit
A feel so sharp as a blade of a knife
A curve of her base stuck in his mind
Taste of her lips in a world so dark
Sweet not sour was it one of a kind
A melody of sound like song of a lark
Lost together in thoughts embraced
Best friends & lovers with souls so true
Souls were mixed and hearts misplaced
Together they live & merge in the blue
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