aye love,
to breathe you is a passion to feel the universe.
and i am drunk on your juices.
aphrodite smiles at me.
her son laughs at his game.
and i, i am in bliss.
a seedling, only yet,
but this tree is antiquarian,
like the object of my affection.
amazed how you put so much emotion and passion into your words. You paint such a picture.