A little sapling,
a placid creature,
a lucid heart,
yearns for a
caring and tendering
touch of love
that flows unhindered
with the pulsating
throbs of echo
reflecting all corners
of universe with
the rhythm of
oozing melody of romance.
I shall wait for
your arrival
with the intense
desire splurged with
effusion of passionate
outpouring of love
that follows no
pre-set rules, flows
in no pre-determined
direction, favors no
preferred definition.
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