Sweet Love
Striking and rare,
Your love has no glare,
Drift and glide,
Inside your wings I hide,
Desire over takes me,
Your presence it breaks me,
Shining on the ugly and old,
Turing my heart into liquid gold,
A fairy tale, some may say,
Your glory makes me fade away,
Humbled by your grace,
There’s healing in this place,
I'd never fear your might,
For your whispers enrich my nights.
By: Sabina Nicole
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