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Roses and sunbeams
AaHarvey

Roses and Sunbeams
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Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart;
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For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch.
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She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start;
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I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is my drug.
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She leads me to distraction, for in her I eyes I am lost;
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Hopelessly infatuated with her, I see only roses.
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She brings me to Heaven and my trust is all it cost;
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For she believes in my faithfulness and in her pocket are posies.
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Her words are like sunbeams, bringing light to my darkness
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And our candlelit romantic nights; shall never be soiled.
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She can remember my love and forget any bitterness;
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For I am here to cure her heart and our love can never be destroyed.
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She is eternally locked, within a memory of happiness;
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For she brings me warmth, when all else in the world is black.
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I am alive when our hands are together; embrace me my Goddess.
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For I am enslaved by your beauty and I shall never fondness lack.
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I have no need to speak to her of my lust for her body;
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Because she can see clearly how much I love her; I glide.
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In her arms I am forever gladdened, by her proximity;
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But if she was ever taken from my eyes, I would surely die.
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I need her presence beside me, to guide me along;
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This story of a life, as of yet unseen by the world.
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But inside her I find, I am locked forever, she is our song;
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She is a poem, a poetess, a masterpiece…she is my girl.
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She is the flick of the last paint stroke, on the Mona Lisa;
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She is the full stop at the end of a play by Shakespeare.
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She is the last chip off the shoulder, of the Adonis sculpture;
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She is the seal to enclose the writings of a scripture of literature.
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She is the last second of pregnancy; she is a new born baby.
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She is the last, she is unique, she broke the mould; she is reverie.
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She is the Gateway to Heaven; she is the perfect lady.
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She is Gods day of rest after a week of creating humanity.
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She is the last heartbeat of my life and she is love…
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She makes me complete…she is the perfect finishing touch.
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(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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11 Feb 16


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