can one forget a rainbow so soon,
a shooting star passing through,
the first kiss walking on the moon?
Can one dismiss the touch of a woman,
alluring fragrance of her tresses,
the warm whisper of a gentle command;
gifts of pure delight deemed precious?
A man is wholly obliged to discern
what is beautiful and what is good.
A quarter of a century in the making
stars realign to evoke as it should;
Its within the fold of your embrace
a heaven for two is understood.
DionWorx
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