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Your fangs are too sweet,
I might be an accomplice.
Who's our next victim?
No one could ever touch
the  s u n  's  surface.
No one could ever embrace
the whispers of the  w i n d ,
& the depth of the s e a s.

But they could . . .

The sun even from a faraway,
sheds rays of light,
The wind that tingles our skin
in a cold night,
And water that drowns us,
from head to toe,
soak us. .

Just how unfair
That there would always be things
That can  t o u c h  us,
K i l l   us. .
But we can't.
oracle of sound
emotions deepening
ochre filaments
dark enchantment
summer shore.
From deepest ocean
to outer space
yours is the love
I can't replace

Not a setting sun
or swans majestic grace
can match the beauty
of your face

The way the moonlight
compliments your skin
to be so lovely
should be a sin

To look at you
I see perfection
I'm so glad
we made a connection

Father Time has aged you well
your very essence has me under it's spell
Never wanting to be set free
I am yours for eternity
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