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Jun 2016
To touch, to see,
To be within reach,
Of a beauty so rich,
In colour and texture,
Shape and features,
That captivates,
My attention in a second,
Stealing away,
The breath of my very existence.

I would,
If given the chance,
Fall before thee,
On bended knees.
Written by
David L Butler  London
(London)   
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