One cannot "decide" to fall in love
For when it happens it just happens
With an intensity and inevitability
That the brain is unable to process
And even when it occurs there is no
Guarantee the feelings shall endure
But still I long to enjoy the velvet
Of your voice and touch the silk
Of your body flowing as kimono
Above waterbed of bed-chamber
Where we lose ourselves to joyful
Bliss of our temporary time in each
Other's arms holding onto the sweet
Illusion of passion growing like apple
Upon heavy branches of tree of life
In The Lord's garden of perfection.
DEW(2)/32/24-16:DUCK1552--12/04/08
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