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Lips

Close so close,
Your tender lips.
Closing in even more;
Scarlet rose- your lips.
And when I feel them near to mine,
I feel alive. Ah! These rare times.
So noble, so divine;
No less than ecstacy of wine-
Red, delicate and fine,
Though just in a dream of mine.
Ah! Just a dream.
You, my love, merely seem;
Illusion, mirage, is that your being?

But last night when your lips were there to be kissed,
Not a single moment I was to miss.
I held my breath to feel the bliss.
Then I knew for sure that you exist.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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