Carpe Diem Poetry…
My love for you grows faster
than French vines.
So let them grow around you until your mine.
We could bask in the pleasures of our silk heaven.
Our blood would intertwine and my feelings would only strengthen
Boundaries of my love would know nothing else than to lengthen.
Time would stand still as my love would pour into your chalice
My roses are now in season and are ready for your palace.
So let us wait no more
As you are the only I adore
As days go by I become infatuated even more.
D.M AND A.T
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