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Like wind blowing a sailboat mast.
Emotions sailed the wind in my past.
Love has been beached not moving many knott's.
In the past pain and suffering sailed often.
As the heart pumps blood to the veins.
A woman's touch is soothing like cool rain.
To hear her say i love you eases all pain.
When you look at the sun you see spots.
When she says i love you,you get hot.
As i hold her tight in the moonlight.
I admire her beauty as she glows so bright.
As dawn draws near her beauty more radiant.
As we lay on the beach in early morn light.
I tell her what a delight watching you wake.
I tell her i love her and from this day on.
I'm here for you and I'm yours to take.
Love is the best emotion of all when used.
Finding love is hard,being in love a blast.
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