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To all those who are love-sick: Some cry, I want love; I need love! I am loveless; pity on me; Love me, love me, love me PLEASE! Oh dear, why don’t you see! Your eyes are closed to it. Love is a breeze: It moves the trees, sometimes just the leaves. It can create waves in the ocean. Love is whimsical and deep. What will you give to your lover? Do you possess a moonstone or stardust? Have you planted a thousand roses? Have you mapped the earth To take your lover On a journey full of mirth? No— I don’t have a moonstone, nor do I have stardust. I am poor but have roses and flowers in all colors. I will be kind to her limbs. I can fill her life with passion. Her organs will thank mine. Her eyes will peck at mine. Her hairs I will brush, Igniting the passion in her soul, Her vale merging with my knoll, A hummock just for her pleasures, ever waiting, ever desiring. Your lover is there— look, look, O young lover! She is standing right behind you. When will he make her an offer? When will he be on the horse with a ring?
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
JOURNEY OF LOVE
To all those who are love-sick: Some cry, I want love; I need love! I am loveless; pity on me; Love me, love me, love me PLEASE! Oh dear, why don’t you see! Your eyes are closed to it. Love is a breeze: It moves the trees, sometimes just the leaves. It can create waves in the ocean. Love is whimsical and deep. What will you give to your lover? Do you possess a moonstone or stardust? Have you planted a thousand roses? Have you mapped the earth To take your lover On a journey full of mirth? No— I don’t have a moonstone, nor do I have stardust. I am poor but have roses and flowers in all colors. I will be kind to her limbs. I can fill her life with passion. Her organs will thank mine. Her eyes will peck at mine. Her hairs I will brush, Igniting the passion in her soul, Her vale merging with my knoll, A hummock just for her pleasures, ever waiting, ever desiring. Your lover is there— look, look, O young lover! She is standing right behind you. When will he make her an offer? When will he be on the horse with a ring?
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salil-jha
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
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