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On the eve

of 12 days of bliss

Down came the rain

at the sneak of our summer heat,

On the 1st day of bliss

Like footsteps on the floor

She’s the swan princess

And he’s the dance of her heart,

So hot they’re on fire

They should think twice

about the cooler

Maybe thrice since water & ice

should suffice

But they’re way pass nice

Kinda like being tipsy

without tipping a drop of wine,

A love born out of fire

Purified thru time

they’re branches of a tree,

See his and hers

Caffeine & Miss Caffeina

The vibings out as tentacles entwined

Gleaming off her scrumptiousness

while she’s been sipping on his rhymes

Dior freaking bliss

they be scripting for the future

Guilty as a drunken thief

higher this passion’s elated

Captivated inside a whirlwind of bliss

Like the birth of springs elevated

These wings are so gone Caffeinated…

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        • Human love is limited to fanciful emotions coupled with passions of lust, and things. At the early stages of any attraction this is referred to as the Eros or euphoric stage of love…
          More often this part of love fades away thru the tests of seasons, and sometimes ends instantly at the drop of a hat if certain conditions are not met.
          Spiritual love being the constant factor, is the prerequisite potion of ingredients which can transform love from dimension to dimension ever reinventing itself…
          What else can defy the gravity of human mathematics whose opposing law quantifies: 1+1 equals One?

          • i wrote a poem many years ago about getting an umbrella in the rain. That was for me the definition of love! 9my then girlfriend, now wife drove the length of our running path to find us, and hand me an umbrella)

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