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Oh how I wish to come into your gaze!
Which is warm and of honey oak.
Oh how I yearn for thy company!
Which is like a blistering fire that soothes me in the cold.
Oh how I desire thy word and praise!
Which is like sweet nectar to the ears of my soul.
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d.k. lark
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PoetryThis collection is a somewhat covert form of expressing admiration and affection for she.
