Pure love this is
The meaning of love
I will not die alone
Your touch is what i need
As well as you need my touch
To share and care was allowed
A vibe became alive
Of knowledge I drank
It happened
Fearful I became
Many tears were shed
Upon my soul your voice was etched
Within me it became
To remember I hear it again
You are the one
Expressing myself I did
My awareness was awakened
I would not last, I became passionate
I am adorned with passion
Oh handsome one
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