Do you feel as young as you do— _By the gazelle or doe,_
passion dripping off lip's honey dew,
Behold all winters past— _Flowers singing voices_
of turtledoves, ripen the joys of my heart;
Arise to me, but come away— _Sweet voice_ and a
lovely face, as I taste your name.
A banner over me, is your love, stirred up by desire,
I'd do any all for my— _Oh beloved._
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC
Do you feel as young as you do— _By the gazelle or doe,_
passion dripping off lip's honey dew,
Behold all winters past— _Flowers singing voices_
of turtledoves, ripen the joys of my heart;
Arise to me, but come away— _Sweet voice_ and a
lovely face, as I taste your name.
A banner over me, is your love, stirred up by desire,
I'd do any all for my— _Oh beloved._
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