your glance was the water to my withering heart -
singing were your eyes.
the touch of your fingers was the dew on the
crest of my longing.
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the taste of your mind was the April rain to the
ready soil of my desires....love and romance, , , , , , , , , full of feeing and desire and wishes for fulfillment in love....... thank you dear poet. tony
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the taste of your mind was the April rain to the ready soil of my desires....love and romance, , , , , , , , , full of feeing and desire and wishes for fulfillment in love....... thank you dear poet. tony