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Your Love

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Your love,
How do i ever define it?
Or maybe, i can never.
That love of you,
Pure as a crystal,
Tender as a snowflake,
Yet strong as an iron rod.
Your love,
That impeachable one,
Undefeated by any weather,
Boy, your, that sweet love!
Exotically powerful,
Like a magic spell,
That was set high for me,
I fall in your love. 


Irresistible it is,
That, your fabulous succulent lips,
When tasting even better than the sholerian cream,
And the tongue, the hot fudge sundae,
I get off-tracked,
Towards your love,
Like never before,
And that, my boy,
Your undeniable love,
When do i ever feel enough?

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