Love is not insipid.
With poetry strong,
Undeniable ox.
She's soft as a kitten.
When need doth declare.
Gentle as silk.

She's hard as nails of iron wrought.
Aware in heart that true love can never ever be bought.
Like respect it needs earning.
Love can be touched at times.
For her only the surfaced grazed.

When she finds you.
You'll be amazed
******* dressed.
Then runs away free.

Currently undressed near naked.
Vulnerable.
Such an empty shell remains.
Left alone.
Feeling just a little lost.

The only spirit my love knows is that of a ghost.
A ghost writer with mighty quill.
By ladylivvi1

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