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unnamed love poem #3
You still on the altar,
I kneel at your feet,
And I worship all that you've given to me
Her lips red like roses,
Her blood runs like wine,
Every night she whispers "I am your's and you are mine"
I kneel at your feet,
And I worship all that you've given to me
Her lips red like roses,
Her blood runs like wine,
Every night she whispers "I am your's and you are mine"
