When she longs for a lovely breeze
and sheds her shyness to express her heart,
ne'er shalt I be even remotely reluctant
amidst the rush of her pleas.
Whilst I listen to her favourite minstrelsy
setting aside all my earthly works
to embrace those precious moments
that might bring her the sought ecstasy.
O Time! I plead thou to slow your pace
for tis the time to love.
Let us make the most of this moment
as we shalt unite in a tender embrace.
- Author: Petrichor of Love ( Offline)
- Published: March 31st, 2024 11:39
- Category: Love
- Views: 6
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