This is my beloved~Walter Benton
Each time I know beauty, it shall be through you.
When joy lifts me high...or sorrow breaks me,
When I love again,
My senses conditioned to you will be forgetting you anew.
Each kiss that fills my mouth shall fill it with your lips,
Yes, each time my eyelids crumble and close
Under blood's fired impact,
When love strikes home...yours will be the mouth.
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