A sound like heaven
Sits softly on the ear
Every honey coated
word
Is a sweet souvenir
The joy of her touch
On my skin still
lingers
From her Porcelain
hands
And delicate fingers
Delicately scented
Like an exotic Rose
Still vividly resides
In the appreciative
nose
And the sight of her
Consummate beauty
Will occupy my dreams
For all eternity
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