Here was I, high and lying on my magma,Drained at the floors of love’s ladder.
Then you came, the fragrance of a red rose,
Your sweet smell made my interests arouse.
Now I wear smiles and can once again bite,
As I hold you into thousands of night.
My world spun from gloom to bloom,
Spectrum colors were all over my loom.
I wove with the eagerness of a beaver,
A junkie I’m turned, addicted to my lover;
Sniffing and sipping,
Her scent that chokes my surrounding.
I rejoice even as the feeling is complex
And it drags me from my stones to the apex.
Hand in hand, you took me down the aisle,
With joy and the happiness we couldn’t deny.
Where our companionship was sealed forever
And our love was laid on the altar.
Here I am, erupting this unending flow
From a heated heart, my sensitive volcano.
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