Passion to passion
such rough, kindering form of love,
always yearned for -
but never truly understood how to obtain.
Always seeing the visions of a maiden fair,
for one glance from her eye does such temptation manifest in the mind.
When a man does look upon a maiden like she,
so many different forms of longing does arise.
Her youth shining as bright
as the first star upon a moonless night,
as such innocence is shown upon that angelic face.
The older men long for her
foolishly believing that their youth shall be regained -
if they have her in their embrace.
Her beauty that which to the eye would concieve as perfect,
while men are longing to be by her side -
so such attention it would bring to themselves.
Always to make them look so regal
and well to do.
Even though there is the obvious urges
which Nature has given us upon creation,
the foolish mind does bring forth false illusions to man.
Even though I am guilty of it too,
now I have won the heart of such a maiden.
Longing to hold her in my arms,
feel her kiss and speak the words of love
which overwhelms the heart.
To gaze into her eyes,
I find myself lost forever within their beauty
as the world around us melts away
leaving us in our own paradise to stay.
Let our bodies join as one,
enveloped within the physical enrapturment of the moment
as our flesh expresses that
which screams from our hearts.
Kissing her so tenderly,
while we thrust our passion into a fiery inferno
never to be extinguished.
Whispering in her ear
the only three words I can think of
to express my own passion for her.
I LOVE YOU.
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