Like a desert thunder storm on a hot December night, my love knows no boundaries, it is filled with the energy of a million delights
What could possibly contain its power, should it be only a spring time shower. The possibility of life distilled can seed infinity and make it fulfilled.
If our passion could be contained, then legions of angels would gather the rain
Come that night of dark and despair, the heavens would open and shower us with care
What miracle of nature lies contained in a seed. Can anyone know, and should anyone need
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