Lost in the joy of your pleasure, I find myself. Complete and Replete. In the pleasure of your joy, I begin to bloom. In your Garden of Delight, a blooming flower grows. Lost and Found, in fertile soil, all of my love shows. Taking root, from thoughtful, tender care, the tendrils of my love, are spreading everywhere.
Reason for writing:
A Love Poem.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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