- * AMOUR * -
My love, there is no measure
for the feelings that transpire.
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Each little touch or whisper sets off a tremoring wave, That shakes each quivering particle, my body to enslave....................................evocatively ingenious, quest yet riffles to touch of whisper...10/10 thanks for sharing
A poem filled well love flaws through it from the start to the end