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Your honesty was the take on the matter

the things that strike of villainy

remain a brief novella in your history

the church got all of your mother's body and her money

leaving you broke with nothing left but passion

the passion you brought to me

refined out of forgiveness

the same passion you would share with me in a world of lost art

the art of true passion distinguished from all reason

making my mysterious search for wholesome love, complete........



the first time I looked at your glowing freckled face

I thought the freckles would be rough

to the touch

but you were so fresh and farm girl beautiful

that I just had to try,

had to somehow steal a stroke, a brush against your skin

and when I finally did

it was like touching the smooth open blossom of a lily

and then our first kiss

your lips were moist and full

felt like they had been softened

by a Godly sent sweet misty spring rain

as you gave yourself to me

without any apprehension

My insides pushed my heart into my throat

the magic that sometimes falls out of heaven

captured us for the duration

it was then I realized

passion without love was against the rules of conscience





oh how that kiss has never died

now that same kiss speaks your mind with love

and familiarity,

reminds me of your simple brilliance,

accompanied by your angel scent

and the treasure of a thousand smiles

you always give to me free

I gently break away and I have to tell you

everything is alright

you can take anything you want from me.