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Where to begin? How can I ever start
to couch this love that trandescends desire ;
That enters every corner of my heart
and fills my world with incandescent fire.

An acquiescence of impassioned heat,
my body burns and magnifies the flame;
The blood that surges with each throbbing beat,
the mouth that only lives to speak your name.

Can passion’s pleasure be a fleeting dream
and ecstasy a measure of decay
Will this sweet torrent meld into a stream
That gently sifts love’s urgent needs away.

When finally, Life’s hungers have been spent
We may, replete, lie quiet and content.