You are my fortune, and you are my joy,
Enhancing, enriching my life,
You are the spices that I employ,
To flavor my days and my nights,
You are my dusk, and you are my dawn,
The nectar whose sweetness I sip,
You are my beauty, you are my swan,
I savor your sensuous lips,
So when life is over and I breathe my last,
And when it is time to depart,
I’ll be deeply grateful that you are my past,
You kept the song in my heart.
© 042804 Petit Poet
Thursday, April 28, 2005
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