Tuesday, April 10, 2012


How I love to smell your scent,
you must be from heaven sent.
When you flit and dance about,
no greater feeling, there's no doubt.
I cannot hold you, that is true,
but you are worthy to pursue.
Glowing like an ember, hot,
I adore you quite a lot.
How my feelings are intense,
I love you more than my incense.


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