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May 2019
Oh my honey honey my baby baby
how hard it is for me to find a way
to express the feelings exploding
in my heart my body my mind
my everything
you have become
the air that I breathe
the light that I need
my soft place to fall
my everything my all

To say simply "I love you"
yes, yes, it is truer than true
even though these words have power
much more is needed by every hour
to express undress and to address
the depth of emotion I need to press
upon you so you may understand
my feelings for you totally out of hand
please never never never ever to land
away from you that would be my end

many tiny tiny soft kisses you dust
all over my face, my neck, my ears
so tender and gentle I must I must
pinch myself to see real & allay my fears
it still amazes me every day in every way
that you found me blue, then blew it away
on a gust of tender loving consideration
all wrapped in love and communication
our first almost 'fight' it evaporated
with open hearts as truth was related

the day was too long without your kiss
my world was a kimber felt all amiss
those long hours I was adrift in the abyss
I ran and I ran trying to drive back the pain
my feet pounding ground face wet by rain
and bitten back tears too, my heart so heavy
to lose our bond of sweet love not ready
we are new and our ardour is still young
with so many love songs still unsung
I raced my fears home my head low hung

Of course my worries were unfounded
our union of love is devotion unbounded
our silly pillow talks of who loves who more
you are so very good to me my darling amor
I've never known a love so devoted so true
or a man to treat me as wonderfully as you
no longer can I see a future sans my honey
I'd not trade you for all the worlds money
my honey bee my honey I do love you so
through these lines I hope to let you know.

J.C. honey-tiger 16/05/2019.
Jayne E
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Jayne E  F/New Zealand
(F/New Zealand)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and TSPoetry
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