Stem of Love

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The lonely, the guiles, and love so true
The start of all; even me and you
Circling with its symbolic spin
It’s delicacy unbeatable, but thin
Color of a maiden’s young plump lips
Where love begins and ceases with a kiss
Soft to the touch, like skin of lust
Lingering smell of desire, it’s a must
Filled with passion, a token of love
Warm, resembling blood
Sharp, little daggers that bring a drop of haste
Desired by most, but getting aged
Now black, but love deeply stored
Memories still entwined,
Unlike the dew you first blew off of mine
Conquered by none
Carefully place by my heart
I just want one.





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