Life - Poem by Elizabeth Lindberg
Oh mon amour, taste me!
What delights mine are to give!
Of sight and taste, touch, and sound,
I have but one request,
to enjoy me!
For only once,
we go this round!
Neglect me not, mon amour!
You ask how I can call you this?
If I were pie, you'd have a slice!
I know with all your heart
that you love me!
Each breath is a gift,
for I am life!
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