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Nectar of LoveCupid's fiery little arrow is firmly planted in my heart, its sweet poison spreads to my bewildered soul, where Monique shall ever be adored and cherished, even unto the glorious pearly gates of Heaven. Where Monique and I shall sip from the cup, whose nomenclature is the nectar of love, and throughout all eternity shall we partake of its sweetness. Donavon Scott Vinson To the best of friends and most dear and special of ladies, and she knows who I mean!!! :) Hint: her name isn't Monique either:) Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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