Love Poem: Everlasting Love
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Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

Everlasting Love

I thirst for your sweet mystery, 
so drunk with love am I, 
my lips are parch'd, 'til you bestowest 
balm, can I deny 
the boon that cometh from your lips, 
a taste of heaven's joy, 
so sweetly doth your soul impart, 
as I my skill employ 

to succour and to satisfy 
a gift so freely given; 
your fragance full delights my sense, 
my heart is wildly driven.
Your scent is heady, nay divine, 
my soul can scarce withstand 
the beauty of your simple grace, 
the softness of your hand.