Great loves went before, their heroes and heroines be smitten.|
Evermore the poets write of this, or a novel could be written.
Be it written on the wind, be it written in stone.
Stars shine on us, kismet leads where no love has yet known.
Fantastic aberrations have now substance, feelings, form.
What new entity emerge, when comes first light of dawn.
But yet still here in star light, we twist, we hold and turn.
Rolling, rising, kissing, stroking, in these moments do we learn.
Pensively I stand, greet the morning sun with love's anticipation.
Innate feral emotions rise, await what will bring our collaboration.
So soft cascading morning light and you kiss me ever so gentle.
For eternity we'll share this love and this moment sentimental.
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