Kiss me as gently as you would the morning dew
Hold my head softly with your palms,
Contentment never felt so free from qualms…
Contempt of Love produces the finest of verses,
But I would sooner have my art be hurt
Than have the song in my heart be curt.
5 comments:
Sigh. :) Nicely put. I'd take a kiss as gentle as the morning dew over a raging passionate one any day.
beautifully expressed and in such few words!
awesome.
Thanks, BDC! :)
you're the mistress of triplets, milady, aye!
*bows gracefully*
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