Crown Cinquain of Love…

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your lips
taste of nectar,
your voice a manna dream,
spun on loom of sweet desire
always.

you flow
within me as  
fluid fire and feel
like a rippling cascade in
my arms.

you are
song of my soul,
echoing inside me
within the depths of my being
softly.

glowworm
of my darkness,
soft tempest of my soul,
diamond of my heart forever 
and ever.

to you 
I am braided,
in thought, spirit and soul,
forever you and I are joined
in love.

 
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