L for Lover

He called me his lover,
And the sweet smell that arose
As I rested on his chest
Reminded me that
He was mine too.
We were two souls,
Lost in love,
Never to be found again
By anybody else.


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  1. Unknown21 September 2017 at 00:37

    The poem is as sweet as love, the best feeling in the world.

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