The vision of Love

Like
night blooming jasmine
your petals are thorny
mysterious yet obvious
my visions are melancholic
as your touch are allergic.

In love
undress the ancient beauty
I feel warmth in her breast.
her nails are sharp and wild
yet she is so kind.

Later
the smells and memories dwell
few smile and more tears
in a winter bath tub
love touch us to remind
we are all alive.

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