Love is what...

Blossom me by your alluring fondle
to make me feel the joy of kindle
when love threads you and me
no way goes to back, nothing remains
except conceiving and giving born
new, fresh and illuminated love of joy.
I'm dying to feel worthy son of hope
to find the paradise. Cuddle me because
love is what makes me insane.

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