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In the midst's of sweet scents,
I raised my head to view her smile.
Mixed with the air of romanticism,
we laid down our hearts for a while.
With the taste of gentle blossom,
she did take my shaking, weak hand.
In a slow gesture of soft feeling,
she led us both, to the heart of this land.
To a bed of soft rose petals, we joined in bloom,
limitless was her beauty, in this dark room...
A dark angel swept me away,
bringing release from their cold days.
A chorus, of melodious grace,
so beautiful, her simple face.
(c)2001Luvadea Barrera DeMortessa