You. You are my playbook.
Fascinates. Anticipates.
My mind overflows.
Your scent intoxicates.
They. They are all rehearsals.
Your touch inflames.
My heart quickens.
Don't play games.
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C’est terrible cà, comme je t’aime,
Et j’espère en temps, que tu m’aime.
Entre nous, sans doute,
C’est une chose trés forte,
L’un a l’autre, nous donnons support.
Ta passion, ta gentillesse,
Cà m’inspire, dans la vie, succès.
La respect surtout, que j’ai pour toi,
Me donne la foi en toi et moi.
Fate – folly is thy name.
Lead me to this vespertine love,
Knowing well our hearts will meld,
Our minds will soar to new heights
Unattainable by unloving mortals.
Our bodies, vessels now of sleeping spirits,
Will couple to insure our oneness.
Broken. The perfection of our union
Will disintegrate and fade
As incense to ashes - scentless and inert.
Inspired by Brahm’s Song of Destiny
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