Found Wanting

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If I could taste sweetness or desire,
My love's red crusted lips.
I burn in their lusted fires
On the edge of paradise falls

Kiss me sweetness, closer
I crave it so, I sold my soul.
The bows are boasted
For such a feeling as this.

Did you not already know?
We speak in riches tongues
But the treasures blessed so
Are you and you and you.

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