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Dec 2015
It doesn't work when trying to rhyme
To mix the words of valentine
To cross the miles and pass the time
Until once more you are mine
And into to your arms again to climb
When touch and eyes can words refine
Warm bodies in the cold house of lime
Rekindle flames of feeling, taste lips of wine
Till I find my hearts true entwine
And you will be my woodsmoke valentine
The "Lime house" is a ramshackle near derilict barn my lover and I camped in on a cold winters night.
Benjamin Ian  Maclean
Written by
Benjamin Ian Maclean  North East London
(North East London)   
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   Lizley
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