The walls of your heart,
Lined up in dense columns
Strong enough to support
The strong girl that is you.
The everlasting hearth,
Positioned dead-center in your love donor
Helps keep the flame of our intimacy
From diminishing to a single spark
The climate be ever so moist,
Welcoming to the gentlest of all kind creatures,
The sound can reign so vibrant,
Beating to the rhythm of a love song.
Our untold vows may forever be untold,
Yet, the truth shall always be known
Deep inside of our round, affectionate hearts
And stretching as far as our souls permit.
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