Poem Id: 157 Rapture
Until I turn myself around,
Fall over and hit the ground.
This feeling of ecstasy,
Has me where I want to be.

Grass so green sky so blue,
The rhapsody of love oh so true.
The emotion of, eagerness and bliss,
The warmth of lips, of first loves, kiss.

There’s no replacement for this said drug,
Of tender words all-embracing hug.
Stirred up passions of great splendour,
My love my RAPTURE so pure.

Nicolette S
12.07.2007

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