by OSASENDY
i come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses and there my object of perfection lies, blessed with a beauty far beyond this world ,behold are face is as beautiful as that of the full moon,come my precious stone we are shrudded in the mist of love but we have strained hazy eyes to see, my immense love for you as made cupid jealous.i will lay my life for you for there is no love greater than that,this even the bible solemly agree until then my heart will not stop drinking from your nectar
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