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Jul 2016
Green as clovers,
his eyes make me feel as if I'm his lucky star.
With an embrace stronger than any ocean current, heΒ Β holds tight to our dreams.
Stronger than Atlas, he carries the weight of both our fears.
My love for him rivals every god in the heavens;
the perfect offering for Aphrodite.
He makes my cold heart burn with desire.
He is my person and no one else's.
Written by
R A Lee  Erie
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