My Sweet
Sweet grabs my arms to keep
something deep in my soul.
Her magic touch soothes my heart
and fills an empty space.
My sweet kisses are so sweet and kind,
more exquisite than fine wine.
Her slender fingers course through my hair,
sends shivers down my spine.
My look is sweet I do not dare to answer long
although it may be happiness.
For his ocean blue eyes,
I can fall into the abyss.
My sweet angel is a land-related
whose wings she had to discard.
If my true love my sweet,
Then my true love's hair is red.
- Andrew J. Cohen -
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