He was love
Love as a dove
He love sweetly from above.
He was the pleasure of every heart
Melodious beat every, in every beat
The song sung from afar which lit.
My secret, my art
Thou art my honour, my pleasure to treasure.
Let me run in wild ecstacy.
My sweet music
My perfect rapture
The love I run to.
Beyond every methylenedioxymethamphetamine.
Oh! Pleasure so sweet
Oh! You. So beautiful.
You are mine.
For You I'll give all up, take extra miles, ... and... I am fine.
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