To awaken to Apollo's gold
competing with your soul's hold;
To paint above your collarbone
with lips, and solely lips alone:
Oh, what a blessing it would be.To taste your soft, slow whispers
bringing a shiver that lingers;
To hear those three divine words
for which the world still turns:
Oh, what a blessing it would be.
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Jasmine
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