I am passion, I am ineffable, I am all that make living.
An extinguisher of anguish, Peace vanishes when I exit a flesh, And my presence waves melancholy.
What is desire? How is ecstasy? I am superfluous, I exist within souls.
My powerful nature Could move mountings, I set tears, But of tender affection.
I can never be hidden, Nor faked, I am older than man, And always younger.
My initial is so sparkly That it tingles with desire, Step by step, I possess a nature.
Give me a name Because I adore u, I am LOVE! How do you feel about me? |
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