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Scent
of You…
I
inhale the scent of you as it crosses my nose
Dancing
by on a gentle breeze that blows
Feel the pace of my heart quicken
I
know it’s with you I’m smitten
I
am no longer able to hide what my heart is feeling
For
your love I find myself dreaming of every night
In
the middle of the day my mind is wandering
In
hopes of finding you so we can fly to a place
Where
love is eternally sacred and nothing else matters
Only
thought, only feeling of relevance
Is
to embrace love with the utmost reverence.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
10-27-97
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