To S.
You can’t imagine what I would pay
Just for
Kissing your lips
Once, lightly,
that soft jewelry of mine
And your sweet nose
And your forehead
Entrust all my love and affection there,
Place all the blessings of my entire capacity
The gentle spot under your chin
I would sniff, and brush with my lips
Make you feel cherished and beloved
As you can be, my angel,
Child of my heart,
My beloved.
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- May 1, 2008 / 6:22 am
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