Psonnets of Romance
Place Thy Lips to Mine

True love so strong shall move two hearts to wake,
the lips of those who are asleep to speak,
with whisperings of lovings too unique
to let them slumber on and not partake.
The lover and beloved shall awake
to love - which may, for but a moment, peak,
but neither fully pass nor wane so weak
that either would the other's love forsake.
The waters cannot quench consuming love,
and even if the waters turned to wine,
I would not marvel, for the taste thereof
could not compare to kisses such as thine.
Open to me, my undefiled, my dove.
Awake, my love, and place thy lips to mine.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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