Utopian Femme
Flames of passion roar
I see my love
And I, a blissful dove
Among the clouds do soar.
Lips collide
Waves against seashore,
Heart beats a drum of war
As we are consumed by Passiontide.
I then realize
I hold her in my arms
She is mine, I am hers.
I vow to her, gazing into her eyes
I shall protect her from harm
All the days of the calendar.
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