My love grows wild but she’s surely true,
Sure to out-do the primmest gardens.
Floating, unexpectedly to you
With her aroma which un-hardens.
Surely sweeter in the sun
Whose heat will magnify her glory
She pulls you in as you walk by
You cannot, by her, be in a hurry
She’s honeysuckle, please beware:
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Her charms are sure to catch you
If you stop and stare.
I jumped off the boat and swam to the shore.
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The woods, the lake, the wind-full mountain air.
The smell of fir trees bathing in the sun.
Breathing leaves me intoxicated – bare.
‘Til all my worries are simply undone.
This was my escape.
What a joy – to have feelings “taken” and
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Sliced – Savored! Like a candied chocolate orange.
What a fine line to walk between love and
Crime! Sweet delicacies of a heart “torn.”
Love ain’t nothin’ but a chocolate orange.
Complexities may come of natural heart.
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The delicacies of delicateness.
Unbottle your feelings – that love can start.
Though you’re afraid, even in the slightest.
A satin dress
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Romance, concealed.
A touch of oud
Made the mood
Heart notes, revealed
A scented caress.
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