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Prithee kind sir, doth thee love thy lady?
More than breath itself, e'en my last Make sweet some vial of beauty's treasure Soul's Paradise lives in my love's being Her heart courses blood thru these veins. Poetic harmonies unheard her ears visualise Strange sounding symphonies 'Twixt love's requisite requiem~ She plucks notes whence loins marry To compose most heartfelt music. Surrendering raw emotion as mine tears Evoke the most intimate of sharing. Boiling water steeps green tea Fragile japanese tea cup~ Whose rim no lips had grazed, In touching heavenly lips still slumbering Rendered submission to mine love for life Prostrating, we viewed our old age As old age witnessed our prostrations. A lifetime of quietly sipping tea together, Just being~ Swallowing each other's nuance. Misinterpreted fabric creates her perfection A cloak daily borne ne'er exchanged for hers. Intuitive love has always known just how to drape Her eccentric nature around this mysterious man. You ask do I love my lady? Ours is a union before time~ Which has transcended 1,000 lifetimes No other see I once my eyes' scoped Destined to side by side live and breathe, A solitary pair to walk for yet another short lifetime. And whence time to draw breath final, Her eyes escort me on my most divine journey Her sensual voice the last I hear as I lie dying Ne'er to leave but to prepare our next sacrosanctity. Awaiting the arrival of my life's true love. `T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova |
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