You,
the flesh from the purest cells,
holding the richest blood.
You,
the mould from the finest curves,
carrying the justest heart.
You,
the blessing for my virtuous deeds,
pleasing all my words and needs.
You,
the essence of my joyous existence,
the evidence of my vicious subsistence.
You,
the warmth that could dry the tears,
the grip that could seize the fears.
You,
the nexus to my every wish,
the filler to all my ephemeral bliss.
And Me,
just your crazy lover.
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