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I am not a native speaking
Of love’s language just like thee
But thy smell of Eden’s flower
Makes a lover out of me…
 
So forgive the lack of romance
That my verses carry on
I do like the old school loving
Like they did in Babylon
 
Let’s not waste time, let's do it
What’s of love is just divine
Leave the fancy cups to angels
All we taste is simply wine
 
Let me touch the untouched
To explore its deepest regions
Is not afraid of the darkness
The sacrified of all religions...
 
ⒸLeonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3Am