I see love in the sky
Like some array
Of candle lights
Onto this isle
Nestled on the British isles
Where now, I dream our paradise!
Wherein do I crave,
At the mockery of grave
This moment of heart rhythms
To which we both are victims
Thy endearing features
Are like land mines
To the envy of marauders and invaders
Even now that I wish to invade thee
With that which shall profit thee!
For thereof wilt thy heart harvest
Far more than the plateau of Everest
Touches tender as love
Even as we groove
To the rhythms it conjures
And lips licking contours
Contending with blazing sensual sensations!
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