Ah the fantasy of love
that burns and flows,
wrapping silky arms
of flame about my
languid limbs
all shaken from the
flutter of an eyelid,
tossed by the breath
of a half-heard sound,
a chime in eager ears
that strain to catch
those cherished words
I love you.
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