Before You
you have more than anyone before you
yours on celluloid
mine in my mind
the liberties you take
the ones I concede
sensual pleasure not framed
you have given more than anyone before you
yours from your heart
and mine from mine
the love you take
the love I give
pressed like a rose in a book
I love you more than anyone before you
you say the same to me
hearts entwine
flowers bloom from the vines
fragrant all that we share
love, at last grows here
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