WHEN LOVE DOES ITS THING

When Love does its thing, you merge where kisses are mental
And your touch is more inflamed than quiet.
Hell Itself is nerfed by the Inferno of your Rapture!
Made weak in the knees you Pray with-
To Keep Something Beautiful
For Once.
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I will Always Remember the Day
I Felt Something.
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I Will Write This Poem About It.
And Thank You!