The Taste of Love

Droplets of the sun, shimmering gold, fall upon their face.
In turn revealing, a stunning grace,

With the taste of love still, on the tip of my tongue
There is no stopping what has begun,
The run, the chase, slowly it all falls into place.

My greatest weakness, lays at my side
Keeping me, warmly wrapped up in their hold.
Within their heart, I’ve found my home.

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