As a garment
Woman you wear that exclusive
Air of interest As scent
Is to a honeysuckle fresh
With the mystery lingering
Until long after you have gone
... As the light is upon you ever so is my heart with love ... so quietly as even a wind .... ....and not to be noticed even by a feather ....I HAVE A GIFT WITH WORDS I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO SELL MYSELF LIKE A PRIZE SPECIMEN that is not my style. I am humble of heart as a vessel of love...and of nature gentle through which love is poured. There is nothing that I claim to offer but me.
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