Were it that your heart was like a ripe morsel of fruit
waiting for loving hands to gently peel open the truth
Were it that your mind was like a treasured book
waiting for adoring eyes to absorb your lessons
Were it that your breasts were like welcoming fields
waiting for the summer sun to gently bake your flesh
Were it that your belly was like a ploughed furrow
waiting for the tireless farmer to plant the seed of renewal
Were it that your hair was the golden memories of past
waiting for the winds of adoration to lift your light
Were it that your arms were wrapped around love
waiting for the start of an eternity of cosmic stars
Were it that your eyes shone with the light of the moon
waiting for the gentle kisses of redemption and hope
Were it that your lips breathed mystical stories
waiting for the world to listen and learn
Were it that all was gathered in some magic glow
waiting for the timeless Ecstasy of Understanding
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