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for Poet's Place weekly challenge |
| Seeing Your Love Whenever I touch you, my dear, I see red flames of love Like a red hot volcano of molten desire Erupting from you. Whenever I hear your voice The sweet scent Of hibiscus, lavender, lemon, oranges, roses, and wildflowers overwhelms me with the fragrance of your love. Whenever I kiss you, my dear I hear the voices of angels Singing in my ear Hosannas to your love, As I am transported On the wings of angels To heaven itself, Powered by your love. |