When language turned to liquid
When the skies changed their color
When life began its transformation
When moderation became intoxicated
I reeled into the bosom of love
She smiled as I stood perplexed
My heart raced with the tempest
My loins awoke from their slumber
I trembled before love’s embodiment
I cast my nets to her ocean eyes
In them I saw my lonely life crumble
My spirit spiraling up to paradise
Up to kiss her lips soaked in honey
So fair is thy soft porcelain body, my love
Close to me but yet so far away
If romance is what it takes to touch
I shall be your eternal troubadour
Play you love songs on my eager violin
And turn your hours into sweet music, m’lady

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