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.

Beyond heaven. 

For You I'll give all up, take extra miles, ... and... I am fine. 

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