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My sweet’s embrace grabs hold
of something deep within my soul.
Her magic touch soothes my heart
and fills an empty hole.

My sweet’s kisses are so soft and gentle,
more exquisite than fine wine.
Her slender fingers course through my hair,
sending shivers down my spine.

My sweet’s gaze I dare not meet too long,
although it may be bliss.
For in her eyes of ocean blue,
I may fall into the abyss.

My sweet‘s an earth bound angel,
whose wings she had to shed.
If my sweet be my true love,
then my true love has hair of red.