The Perfect Love

Lying on a bench at a park in June.
Summer heat makes our hearts grow weak,
And the sweat so sweet turns perfume,
Now that our love�s at its peak.

We�ll never hesitate to release our souls.
Thinking our thoughts till we get full.
In desert heat or winter�s glow,
You�ll have me forever as the sweet winds roll.

Sun lines your hair with streaks of gold
As I kiss your lips, I feel so sublime.
Our love has stayed sweet since the days of old,
And it�ll last till the end of time.

Of the passion we feel & the love we share�
I feel more happiness than I could ever bear.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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