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Sep 2010
His gentle caress drives my senses mad.
There is no denying someone that melts your heart,
And drives away all that seems bad.
I've been hit with cupids ever seeking dart.

His eyes are beacons of light saving me from the storm.
His soft voice calling to me from a distance
Its him I want, for my soul is now warm.
I don't understand why he insists on persistence.
Nyssa Elena Jacobsen
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Nyssa Elena Jacobsen  Cornwall, England
(Cornwall, England)   
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