Like wine in a cellar
this art of touching her
is something that has brewed
for a lifetime within me;
now and then it comes out
as poetry,
now and then
when it cannot be contained
and its flashes
flood through my veins
and its wave carries me
to the wood where we always met
in the deepest recesses of my memory.
I remember to come back
to the future where we are
and I complete the circle
as I write to you know
this love that is within me.
Rooted in Love 
🖤
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