The Scent of Magnolias

With the faint sound

of hooting owls

in the distant woods

on a night

lit by candlelight

amidst the fragrant scent of magnolias

in the damp evening air -

My fingers

gently touch

your face

as you move closer and closer

looking into my glazed eyes

longing for devotion

mesmorized by beauty

on a spiritual level

feeling love and desire

burning like fire

consuming you

like heat to wax

but this time

you see a glimpse

of your soul reflected

as you fix your eyes

on the mirror of my mind

there to find truth

so clear

and the joys and sorrows

of yesteryear

Now you may have peace

now you cease to seek

that which has eluded you -

a most natural communion

made not in heaven

but found here on earth

living together

entwined as one

under the moonlight

of a starry night

synchronized

in love.

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