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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