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Kim #2 Blows through my heart and cleaves the thought of sun And warmth and hides my passion deep inside The lifeless caverns of my barren heart. Until I hear the hint of springtime in your laugh, And dream of love and heat in such a one Whose spirit barren cold will not abide, Whose verdant warmth awakens with a start My summer's heat and passion, which makes a path That leads my 'wakened heart to you, or none With increased love without surcease; a tide Whose waters flow one cannot stop or part. In summer's heat my passions for you thrive; In beauty and your grace, my heart's alive. Discuss this Article (7 messages) |