Where did it all begin, My Love? you embracing my spirit
drawing me into your essence, as if we had always known
each other? The smell of your hair, your eyes
holding infinity, I was lost in you
from the beginning. Perhaps
it was the depth of your dark brown skin,
I had never known such beauty
Where did it all begin, My Love?
I’m still lost.
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