A poem
My love was adoration
Deep respect, a well of love
It was worship and veneration
And it fit you like a glove
You took in all my affection
Gave my dreams a place to land
Let me build sandcastle islands
While you stood there draining out the sands
I said I adore you in whispers
Traced the words onto your skin
Breathed them …
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