It’s the feel of soil mixed with water
The firmness
The grittiness
The joy that develops from it sprouts out into lovelies
How you make me feel is such an immense fire
It’s the fire that awakens a dead soul
It’s the heat from which all coldness is drawn apart
It’s the light that meanders it’s rays deep into the heart
One that appeals to no aid in performing its duties
One that almost effortlessly sets aside life’s beauties
As a Deity to revere
Your voice is a thing to treasure
Tearing my soul and livelihood apart
Your face is beauty beyond measure
For your feet
Begging my heart’s redemption
I’d make a dart

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