Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Sacred Garden Comments

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Marvel divine meets in the manner of your eyes' skiey oceanic grace,
Angel-like your innocence that kindling pure love sojourns in your soul's face;
Nomadic madness seized, my days are bright and nights full of flowers and dreams sweet,
Mere thought of you suffuses my senses with perfume pristine, and does beat,
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