Love In French

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Like her namesake, the woman with her kisses; I never met.
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Softened, the days and nights I have walked
With your smile beside me, I never will find;
As those very thoughts, I will always have locked,
In a sacred chest that breathes in my mind.

Caress them divinely with truth that is yours -
Embrace the thoughts your name has created,
Before they’re gone, for the moment it soars
Away, in the death of my eyes that have waited.

In the breadth of my loins make a pillow your breast;
Wet sweetly and moist from the cup of your tongue,
Let seep the seas of your motherly nest,
Quenching the fires your soul has now brung.

Unopened, are the doors of loveliness;
An empty voice cries out in its plea;
Within it, a devouring loneliness,
Being answered before, but never by me.

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