LETTER TO DIANA
The soul of a man seeking love,
Is like a soldier in a tight battle,
Orders come from high above,
Has to fight to break the mantle.
Though I am not a romantic dove,
My tongue will remain to be a pineapple,
Won’t change it to be burning like a stove,
But add to its sweetness the flavor of an apple.
Your sweet words give me new moves,
Of seeking love with hyper sensation,
Hence in love I do want to prove,
That you deserve my special love meditation.
Tittle of nourishing the love nerve,
Love which has no end nor is little,
Upon all your curves it runs and swerves,
Your caresses being an endless tickle.
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Attribution: By Pedro Simões (originally posted to Flickr as The beach’s spring) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
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