Poetry (words)

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If your kiss were the last kiss I ever knew I would die tasting you. If your touch were my final breath I would die longing for more. 

If your face were the last I saw I would die with a soul so full of love, but you bring such life. Unwittingly and relentlessly you fill me with desire. 

There’s no prize I’d accept if passing you by played a part. No dream I’d adhere to without your precious heart. Right from the start I knew. 

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