And as I look into them,
It sets in mine.
The flower blooms, in all it's majesty,
Every petal, a hue brighter than the other,
A beauty comparable only to you.
The wind, strong and forceful,
Billowing against my ear, caressing my neck,
Can only be matched by the amorous ferocity of your touch.
Oh sweet lover,
How could you still ask me, why I love you.
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