Your lips,
like a plague
upon my fields;
stealing every drop
of my desire.

Leaving me breathless
and awake,
thinking about you.

And what words I’ll conjure;
to sustain
love’s lasting
refrain.

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Your lips,
like a plague
upon my fields;
stealing every drop
of my desire.

Leaving me breathless
and awake,
thinking about you.

And what words I’ll conjure;
to sustain
love’s lasting
refrain.

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