Love
Again
Your love has transport
Me like sails over clear water
To the foreign port
To a heaven’s embrace
My heart jumps at race
And pulses with a gentle dance.
It is possible to love again –
My blood is boiling in my vein.
I still have a horny rib
That drives my sailing grab
Into his strong sailing hand.
I lost my pride
I am in love. I land.
The end.
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