Transcendental love affair without a dare,
they hardly wear their care unaware.
The fee to be free is paid openly with
consistent touch and oh so much
boisterous glee that wonderfully
brings the keys to sing this melody.
Oh obscure me a hue of amor, my armor
that I’d readily adore.
I’m lonely no more.
He’s what I was contemplating for.
by Jerriè McGill
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