His kisses were the water to the sea of passion's drought
Hugs, the leaves of trees uprooted from the seeds of doubt
Touch, the electricity of power lines cut and stripped
Caress, the gravity of earth quaked ground shaken and tipped
Then his love, his love, was the time that drew into eternity
When all these actions, begun with words, discharged my heart out of its infirmary
Now my passion has a steady flow with his kiss
His embrace strangles all doubt to create pure bliss
The power of love has regained all strength, maximized
Through strokes of pain ridden and saturated with cloud 9 filled skies
Time was extended from instant death till whenever our earthly lives depart
Who knew that poetry could give me a brand new start
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