Thoughts that ought not
Could have fought
Locked inside a fort
Wondering what
My mind got caught
To my heart peace brought
Her pleasant breathe
Felt like I was high on meth
Silent whispers , mild whiskers
The touch of her hair , precious gift of love we could share
An heir to your love
A heartfelt desire I would have
Dozed off staring at your curve
Flowing gently through my nerves
My heart torn in two significant halves
Perhaps you are the missing piece , careful not to make a miss
Her I would rather please
A treasure I wouldn't risk to lose
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