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To kiss you
It so breathe
To release you
Is to sigh
To suckle your tongue
your mouthful of mint
Is To drink of the fruit
where sweet words are wrung
To hold you
Is to stand
To watch you
is to cry
Artful poison
In my eye
As it courses
Through my mind
Coursed through my heart
in his stubborn rind
Is to love
Is to live
Is to find
that which is not truly mine
Lovely Laces
beyond compare
Tieth back
your luscious hair
Wrapping hands
Soft as silk
Your mouth
your voice
melodious
The harp and horn's ilk
Take me from here
This dreadful plain
Into your home
The dreaming plane
Can my text not be criticized by the chick who mispelled Fancy with bad english?
It so breathe
To release you
Is to sigh
To suckle your tongue
your mouthful of mint
Is To drink of the fruit
where sweet words are wrung
To hold you
Is to stand
To watch you
is to cry
Artful poison
In my eye
As it courses
Through my mind
Coursed through my heart
in his stubborn rind
Is to love
Is to live
Is to find
that which is not truly mine
Lovely Laces
beyond compare
Tieth back
your luscious hair
Wrapping hands
Soft as silk
Your mouth
your voice
melodious
The harp and horn's ilk
Take me from here
This dreadful plain
Into your home
The dreaming plane
Can my text not be criticized by the chick who mispelled Fancy with bad english?